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Yo, check this out right
Harlem on da rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
M-A-dollar sign-E and if you ever out tryin' to find me
I think I should warn you
I get hard when I want to Angelettie, Bad Boy, ain't ready
Mase
Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
Sling some to on the corner holdin' the gatts
nigg* come through or nigg* kill, never blow back
You the nigg* never did but send in all the facts
Yo, I know like you cuz I meet 'em all the time
And I treat 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I lose I get loc, put a fool in the yoke
Two to his throat, take his jewels and his coat
More than likely, you ain't got to like me
And this might be the last time I take you nicely
For my legion, fill up the season and start squeezin'
talkin' s**t, be behind the cars weavin'
There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your b*tch, now we're even
I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in Fahrenheit
get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, do anything to anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son
Mase & Busta Rhymes
1 - Yo, if wanna act we can act
You wanna scr*p, we can scr*p
You got gatts, we got gats
You wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild
Yo, if wanna act we can act
You wanna scr*p, we can scr*p
You got gatts, we got gats
You wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild
Mase
Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip
Cuz feds watch when I do s**t, keep poppin' up new s**t
Think the whole Harlem World on some clue s**t
We crisp bub sippers, drip club
Peace to the street team, ya'll get love
Six years ago I was the have-not nigg*, hot nigg*
Represent for all my block
Now I'm 6 drop , baggette rock
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop
Shock who thought I was a pop nigg*
You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigg*!
Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank stop nigg*
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigg*
Don't really fk with Jane, but still I cop jigger
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Mase
Yo, I do this everyday, why brag about the glory?
Tell you the whole truth, never half the story
You wasn't no hater, you'd probably be happy for me
Billboard first shot in every category
say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they wanna slug me
I feel a vibe when they hug me
Luckily I rock jewels that be chuckie over Iceberg rugbie
Pushin' a Benz buggey, for better badge, roll fever for notes
And need I approach little seated in coach
I mean, um, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
The seed in my smoke, the ain't cheap, they broke
Oh yeah, this my dough year
Jealousy and envy'll get you nowhere
You don't like me, bet against me
You right, got dough do whatever you like
I get front row seats on the night of the fight
My Roley too tight how many links, loosen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I be the duece spice
who'll make dough, I can affily with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism
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