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MASE >> Merchandise Links
MASE
(feat. DMX) [Mase] Yo, I be that young fly fellow, got thorough Down for denaro, hit everything in the Triburo And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team And I'mma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M. With hooks galore, leave this city shook for short And I'mma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before You stay a playa' Since you can't stay up with the Pope And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke Can't keep a whip, cuz you can't pay the note Fuck the side, I'm waiting for you on top, Mercedes drop Black 380's cops, 'till the day I get knocked All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly And brush my waves so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me Word from the wise, niggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised So how you wanna settle this? Rappin' or on some ghetto shit We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit [1 - DMX] Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars Niggas wanna shout, I'mma make noise Niggas run they mouth, I'mma break jaws Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars [Mase] Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed We early inheritors , born into C.R.E.A.M If a nigga' get sheist then we form as a team Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M. The weatherman don't even know the storm I'mma bring But yo, I'm not the man with whom you interact So before you grab gatts to jack, remember that You take dough from Mase, you might as well send it back I got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that When clicks come to brawl, everything I hit fall Niggas play sick wid y'all, wit me they ain't sick at all No matter how big or small, I get rid of ya'll And shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all [Repeat 1] [Mase] Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal Keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me So don't get splashed for the minimal We never vest up, be in a double breast tux Plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one do And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggas head gushin' You niggas talkin' 'bout guns like you said something I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that And all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap [Repeat 1 until fade]
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