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[Mase] How 'my complain, na? When I'm as pretty as my father? And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?) That know each other (yeah)
Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it See cats in the club, it's just music Thieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved it I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It" You know I hide B's on it Come on B.S. and leave on it Get 50 grand and breathe on it Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar So I greet them like the chicken they are Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you So all them cowards wanna ride with you They either die with you, or lie cripple Mess with me, now why would you? Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple Double Up
[1 - Mase & Flex] Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it) Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it) Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it) Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it)
Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it) Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it) For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it) Can't forget my niggas locked down at (Gettin' it, uh huh)
[Mase] Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal Some hold they head, some see appeal Some come home wild in the week to kill Then show old cats young cats be real Deep throat be how I greet my chick Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six Any man call me fam', got at least a brick Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks When I'm down and out and I need the chips Vietnam will be how I leave your script And it take dough just to reach the rich So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked And any cat mess with us get one shot To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot Blaque, back up, what what Blaque, back up, All Out (Where you at? Where you at?)
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[Mase] Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game A nigga didn't want drama, why he came? It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim Please don't be stupid, come out the chain Don't be a hero, this clip will bang A nigga like Mase probably got everything X-30 G's, then why buy a plane? No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range Uh, All Out (c'mon) Bad Boy, Double Up (Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?) It's not a game
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