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[Featuring The Lox Mase]
(verse 1 Sheek)
A yo let's get papers
And pop Mo' wit' hos
Up in skyscrapers and condominiums
Overlooking our drug capers
New York City
The only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar so we could front
Up in a 850
My whole committee like to puff Ls
And look jiggy
Who wan' test this?
My semi leave you chestless
And aint shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you won't do
So go 'head wit' that bullshit
You blabber 'bout goin' through
I got niggaz who pump
On yo' block and in yo' spot
Who'll sit next to you
Protectin' you, but they'll murder you player
Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsusses
And bad bitchesses
Frontin' in eclipsesses
(verse 2--Ma$e)
Yo, Ma$e and The Lox
Be takin' knots
>From the out o' state spots
Any nigga make it hot
Get found in a vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try
The one guy, who stay dumb high
>From blunt la
Practicing seeing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms
To neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in ya gang want it
My A-K slay gays, spray strays
Wit' niggaz names on it
Often I bug then bust off on a thug
Have a chump coughin' blood
Fill his coffin wit' slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tek at Mason
Have a explanation
You bring it through and I'm undoin' 'em
Then I'm beatin' 'em down wit' aluminium
Then I'm putin' 2 in 'em
You can't touch me I been devil sent
Wanted for embezelment
A lot of other things
But that's irrelevant
Chorus:
If you love the money
Then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames
Or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin'
(verse 3--Jay)