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[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, Here we go one more time, For all you ballers and ballette's out there, The saga continues, We took a little break, But we back now, It's our turn now The first up to bat, Is that nigga... They call... MASE Yeah, you heard me right... MASE Yeah, and if you don't believe it, Double Up motherfuckers Let's go |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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[Intro]
Hey yo, dogs, for real? I'm yo' man but you got the address up Cuz now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck" "What the fuck", "what the fuck" [Mase] You know somebody swung on me & cut me? (Come on come on come on) You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me? (Come on come on come on) Is they stoppin' my money? (Hell no) (Come on come on come on) Then it ain't no problem here (Come on come on come on) C'mon I ain't wit that man (Yeah, what, what) Just throw my B back on Yo, yo, yo You know my mission ain't complete 'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet Hash in the dash with heat under the seat Chased Kate 52 states straight But still ain't nothin' sweet I took a year off to let the young nigga's eat Everybody wit' me want bucks Walk around platinum linked up With money like Brink trucks Shit get too hot? Puff, put the minks up Come back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertime All Out tattoo's over wife beaters Get mail Branson, never buy reefer Bentley five seater, it's all for real First rapper to close down a mall with a mil' The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt Plus the money so I'm on nigga one Talk to me 1 - [Total] If you don't fuck with me Like I don't fuck with you It ain't much for us to talk about Cuz you don't fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo) And you know I don't fuck with you So all I can say (uh uh) Is stay out my way [Mase] Don't take much to wake up, taped up Fuck the district, I live in Jacob Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up See me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uh Ain't nuttin' between you and me And on the real, nuttin' you could do wit me I got cash that'll fund your leave You'll pull that hoodie over your head And put five in your Ceasar Doubt me now and die a believer Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver When the war's on, put your gloves and your Gore's on Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on Beef no more that's what other nigga's for I got a fam' that love to go to war Love to get locked up, love pickin' the odds up Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up I'm from a town where kids could pop up Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up I'll come and run your block, knowin' you got popped up Arms are rocked up, Bentley wit' the top up Uh, you don't stop, come on Repeat 1 while: What, what, what Yeah yeah yeah what what what You don't like me nigga? (What the fuck?) You wanna fight me nigga? (Huh? huh?) Stop frontin' nigga (You frontin' nigga) Uh [Mase] Yo, one, two, three, four Everybody on the floor You see grams, I'mma see craters By the time you see land I'mma see acres Drop another CD just to see paper And before you see me you'll see the maker All I see is more chances, more advances More houses, no spouses, more beaches Wild thugs around me and no leechin' When they gun's out playa, there'll be no reachin' Ballin' in Dirty South wit' no creases And all I see is more F-in' iced out Jesus pieces The rock over Sean John fleeces You never love the money like we love it Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it All Out Bad Boy forever The Movement What Repeat 1 Repeat 1 |
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| 3. |
| 4:20 |
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[Featuring Blackstreet]
[Intro] See the difference with me When I do what I do I do what I'm doing But I'm doing like I'm doing it for TV Oww oww oww oww oww Keep ya hands up What what put your hands up Come on come on keep your hands up We back we back we back we back (put your hands up) We back we back again (keep your hands up) We back we back we back we back we back we back I remember the days of prayin' my chips be right You only 13, no more Cris tonight Golden hands like Superman and Kryptonite So I pray I don't miss my flight, switch to night Get out the plane, it look all strange See a man from Spain, holding up my name Give him my things and head down to bag' claim And I hear somebody scream my name So I look back, look once, look twice Look fast, look left, look right Look Blink, look Meeno, look Bryce They try tell me honey don't look right So, I approach her, it all look Kosher But there was kids runnin' up with posters And I was startin' to lose sight of chauffer So I had to say nice to know ya Get ready 1 - [Blackstreet] Get ready, tonight We're gonna make this a night to remember Get ready, tonight We're gonna make this a night to remember [During chorus] What, what, what, what, what, what Get money all over again Get money all over again Come on, uh, uh, All Out Uh, yo, it just so happen this how Ma$e stay starred Flip two aces and get two face cards It happens, chip stackin' I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin' But a girl walked by, caught my eye So I said, 'What the fuck, stand here and give me luck' And she whispered in my ear A purple one on there and put a pink one on there I did just that and gave Hud a stack-shout 'Be right back' In fact, I'ma be over here talkin' to love Said You Been Around the World, been so many places Hit so many girls, and spent so many faces And every girl in the world know who Ma$e is But right now that's really not what the case is Let's be real, I know you got bills So how 'bout one night and I just gave you a mil' Get your fill Repeat 1 [During chorus] What, what, what, what, what, what All Out Wanna blow H World, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I don't rap for Rollies, I rap for Starbucks I'm that star who get the stars star struck You a one hit wonder who caught some hard luck I'm that kid cats can't wait to scar up But the show ain't over until the bottles is empty Then girls run out the club, follow the Bently Knowing that every president need a Lewinsky Girls I don't know you but they try to convince me And any chick that I'm with already know You ain't gotta like Ma$e, but bet he blow And anything that I do get heavy dough Stop handcuffin' that girl and let her go My whips got satellite, see it in the graphics I ain't only got eight cuz I fly passed it Why ask is Ma$e a classic Knowin' him from the hood doing deals with Magic Come on Repeat 1 until fade while: What, what, what, what, what, what Get money all over again, get money all over again H World get money again All Out get money again, wanna blow, get money again Bad Boy get money again No Limit get money again Roc-A-Fella get money again Untertainment get money again Charlie get money again Brandy get money again Cuda Love get money again Cardan get money again Yo, even Cam get money again We back, we back, we back, we back We back, we back again We back, we back, we back, we back We back, we back again |
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| 4. |
| 4:14 |
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1 - [NC] Oh daddy
You know you make me cry [Mase] You make me cry, too [NC] How can you love me I can't understand why [Mase] I just wanna know why [NC] Oh daddy You know you make me cry [Mase] You make me cry, too [NC] How can you love me I can't understand why [Mase] I just wanna know why You think I wanna see you cryin'? You think I want you when you need not one more doll Then gettin' scared everytime you hear them sirens Hear niggaz open fire and Think your baby dead, front of a hydrant But it's gon' to be a time when Ain't gon' be no more wineing No more dining, no more diamonds No reclining, no more expensive violins And I'mma probably be the one that's cryin' According to my mother, if you wanna know if a girl love you All you gotta do is make her suffer Stop spending, stop givin' her the minks and linen You will see if this girl gon' be with you to the ending Cuz floatin' in the drop, it be all good And when you come in on the block, it be all good Givin' her money to shop, it be all good But when you get broke dead pop, is it all good, huh? Repeat 1 You know you startin' to act just like these bitches Every fuckin' night with these bitches Whatchu doin' fighting with these bitches They like me for my riches, you like me for me That's the reason I gave you keys to my V See you be whipping my Benz But you still wanna listen to your friends And them gon' be the same bitches with me in the end You look at your neck, what you see plenty of ice? Then you think these hoes don't envy your life? They wanna lay in Brazil, spend a day in the hills It ain't hard to shop all day and pay the bills Fuck the way you feel And keep it all real I wrote your name on my will And yo', that's real You think a nigga cheatin' cause I don't be all in your ass You think them your friends I cut you off, all them'll laugh See my shit right there, put it all in the bag You ain't gotta say shit to me again, just call me a cab I'm Out Repeat 1 Now good thing I ain't a nigga who get way open And fall for a chick that live way in Oakland You pay for a trip, she lay up on an ocean Then you find out this girl playin' with your emotions I had this one chick turned out a dumb chick Cause all she ever did for me was some dumb shit But I could peep how mommy used to be foul And everytime I hang up the phone she would redial But it takes more for Mase to flip I'm the first one to want out this relationship Save that Jeep receipt, just in case you shit You wanna fuck with my friends, take your pick, uh You wanna do your thing, do your thing then But don't be feignin' when you see me minglin' Running up saying you love me and don't know the meanin' When I walk away I could hear the girl screamin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 until fade while: I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why You know I wanna know why You know I wanna know why You know I wanna know why |
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| 1:48 | 
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| 6. |
| 5:19 |
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1 - [NC] Oh daddy
You know you make me cry [Mase] You make me cry, too [NC] How can you love me I can't understand why [Mase] I just wanna know why [NC] Oh daddy You know you make me cry [Mase] You make me cry, too [NC] How can you love me I can't understand why [Mase] I just wanna know why You think I wanna see you cryin'? You think I want you when you need not one more doll Then gettin' scared everytime you hear them sirens Hear niggaz open fire and Think your baby dead, front of a hydrant But it's gon' to be a time when Ain't gon' be no more wineing No more dining, no more diamonds No reclining, no more expensive violins And I'mma probably be the one that's cryin' According to my mother, if you wanna know if a girl love you All you gotta do is make her suffer Stop spending, stop givin' her the minks and linen You will see if this girl gon' be with you to the ending Cuz floatin' in the drop, it be all good And when you come in on the block, it be all good Givin' her money to shop, it be all good But when you get broke dead pop, is it all good, huh? Repeat 1 You know you startin' to act just like these bitches Every fuckin' night with these bitches Whatchu doin' fighting with these bitches They like me for my riches, you like me for me That's the reason I gave you keys to my V See you be whipping my Benz But you still wanna listen to your friends And them gon' be the same bitches with me in the end You look at your neck, what you see plenty of ice? Then you think these hoes don't envy your life? They wanna lay in Brazil, spend a day in the hills It ain't hard to shop all day and pay the bills Fuck the way you feel And keep it all real I wrote your name on my will And yo', that's real You think a nigga cheatin' cause I don't be all in your ass You think them your friends I cut you off, all them'll laugh See my shit right there, put it all in the bag You ain't gotta say shit to me again, just call me a cab I'm Out Repeat 1 Now good thing I ain't a nigga who get way open And fall for a chick that live way in Oakland You pay for a trip, she lay up on an ocean Then you find out this girl playin' with your emotions I had this one chick turned out a dumb chick Cause all she ever did for me was some dumb shit But I could peep how mommy used to be foul And everytime I hang up the phone she would redial But it takes more for Mase to flip I'm the first one to want out this relationship Save that Jeep receipt, just in case you shit You wanna fuck with my friends, take your pick, uh You wanna do your thing, do your thing then But don't be feignin' when you see me minglin' Running up saying you love me and don't know the meanin' When I walk away I could hear the girl screamin' Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 until fade while: I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why I just wanna know why You know I wanna know why You know I wanna know why You know I wanna know why |
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| 7. |
| 3:58 |
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[Puff] Yeah, here we go
[Mase] Uh Uh Let's party again, let's party again Let's party again, let's party again [Puff] Can't be stopped (Uh huh) Won't be stopped [Mase] Let's dance again, let's dance again Let's dance again [Puff] Don't know how to stop [Mase] Let's dance again [Puff] Refuse to stop , All Out, Bad Boy, come on [Mase] Yo, everyday I wake up, sick of the homeless But other than that I'm a Bentley consumer I get pain, yo' I cry like you I get sick, I could die like you I used to hate my broke days with a passion Now when I get big money I stash some See a watch I like, I just grab one Party and bullshit, book trips have fun (Come on) Get paid, get money, get dough (That's right) Get laid, get honeys, get low (Get low) Platinum status what I live for Sold four million now I want six more Never satisfied just like my mom With 10 mill' sitting' in the treasury bond When I roll dice just respect my arm You can't put me on the level Cause I'm level beyond 1 - It don't matter what you do to me I can handle what you send my way No matter what I do today You'll still have something to say It don't matter what you do to me I can handle what you send my way No matter what I do today You'll still have something to say I be M.I.A and M.I.A.M.I So am I the kid who be so appealing Live a lifestyle so revealing Love them M&M's, the multi millions So y'all could spit it out, me I live it out Y'all cats lay away a month then get it out I'm the first cat in the club all izzy-ed out Rock iceburg when you thought it was Mickey Mouse So sit me, I'm pourin' Cris to the curb All I got to do is just give a chick a word Her whole team, you will see a chick with a bird Messing with Mase you'll get what you deserve (That's right) A buck 50, nah, take a buck 60 Extra 10 good for thinking they can mess with me (Uh) Repeat 1 Yo, you the type in the movies cuddled up With a groupie hang by, buttered up I ain't getting with you, yo' love her in her gut That's the reason why you can't even bubble up (Come on) You get your team and huddle up And come back with enough cream to Double Up Until then I'mma still be here cooking Anything I'm pushing, 20 G's a cushion (Uh) Why prove this kid is the smoothest When there's people that pay me to do this Pretty color cars is what we cravin' Six star tele's is what we stayed in (That's right) Any man with me must be made men We just buy cars, we don't trade in (Nuh uh) I don't need ten statements see what I'm saving No need for a manager I need an agent (Let's go) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 (Come on, come on, come on) [Puff] Mase Murda can't be stopped P. Diddy can't be stopped Blinky Blink can't be stopped Big Loon can't be stopped Sista Stase can't be stopped B.I.G can't be stopped Lil' Kim can't be stopped Lil' Cease can't be stopped Junior M.A.F.I.A. can't be stopped Big Shyne can't be stopped L.O.X. can't be stopped Bad Boy can't be stopped All Out can't be stopped We just can't be stopped, man 2,000 baby Millineum |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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[Intro]
What the fuck? '99, get your name back nigga (Get your name back nigga) Double Up Motherfucker (99) Double Up Motherfucker Don't believe it, Double Up, Uh Yea yea yea yea What what what what Uh Uh Yo who got the right to flip, twice the whips Time to get paid, get twice the chips See law ain't no good unless two dice hit Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it Sold four million and somebody got to love it They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget I can't take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it How could you know like this When it's because of me a nigga know what nice is I was 60 I have flow-itis I like my weed green and my hoe's dyke-ish You know you like this Young kid'll live by goldie advice's Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous Fuck though, promote on the Rolley ices Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow white-ish Come on 1 - If you wanna party come and shake your body If you wanna party put 'em in the air Over there, over there If you wanna party come and shake your body If you wanna party put 'em in the air Over there, over there Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, Vipers in garages 'Nuff money to go court and fight the charges Everybody stare at Myse the hardest That's why I'm in them all night menages Besides B.I.G., the criticly acclaimed I vow, they never bring the city to shame I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars By far the prettiest Misses I pull up in the prettiest sixes So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight When it time I get this cake, a bitch could wait They know I could sell five so they ship me eight Come on Repeat 1 while: All Out, motherfucker To the death, motherfucker Bad Boy forever Bad Boy forever All Out, motherfucker (Uh uh) H World, motherfucker (Uh uh) To the death, motherfucker (uh yo) Yo why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away When I rap, yo' 150 thou' get paid So until then nigga, I style away Four point six swit' to the Cal' away I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going on I look at nigga's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up Until a nigga find my dough and pays up I lays up fuck, 'till my days up Doggy style, so bitch don't fuck my ways up Come on Repeat 1 |
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| 3:22 |
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[Puff]
Yeah, yeah yeah Uh huh I'm gonna do it again And again and again and again And again and again and again Won't stop, it can't stop Won't stop, can't stop [Mase] Double Up, Bad Boy Double Up, H-world, it's not a game You know, no matter where you go There's no duo that you know Get loot though, and still love the chulo's We talk more spinnin' girls our coolo Than any other members and you're part of my new dough [Puff] Get where mad cats live and pray I don't like where I'm at? Call a Lear, get away [Mase] Y'all lay away, I pay and get today (Uh huh) Things you save for, I probably give away (Yeah) [Puff] And with Puff? Who woulda think Plain Jesus piece, diamond Cuban Link Salvation Army when I'm through with the mink I buy the whole bar, my crew don't even drink (Don't even drink) [Mase] We do sets behind the 'neck That's my Denale right behind the Lex Like girls that find their sex get all kinda respect When I'm 40, I'mma get all kinda checks 1 - [Puff] You want us do it again? (Yeah) Cuz we can do it again (Uh huh) You want us do it again? All you gotta say is do it again (Do it again) You want us do it again? (Yeah) Cuz we can do it again (Uh huh) You want us do it again? All you gotta say is do it again (Do it again) [Puff] Spend big, you spend a little So I take what's big and you take what's little I bring a full stage straight up the middle Girl too tight? Break the middle Now, why be the illest if your money ain't the realist? Mad cats hate on me, mad girls feel it Cut a chick off, let Mase mess wit' her Pre-nup these girls so I'm never stuck wit' her Wanna coup our group nine eight car Doin' 20 in a Bentley even wit' out a radar You minor, I'm major, I don't play par I'm a shining pay star with diamonds from Quasar Peep all your script, I don't wanna pay y'all Let me tear wit' my kids, it's what your days are How the f you duck infrared laser So my sympathy goes out to the lady that made y'all, yeah Repeat 1 [Mase] Yo, marchin' around the world and met no man That had ice like Frosty the Snowman And though my name Mase, what does it mean? Dolla sign, no matter what I do, make C.R.E.A.M. Out of famine steak greens, Miller A-teams And grew up pretty cuz my pop got great genes I hold it down now that B.I.G. gone I hit butt naked and then keep my kicks on I don't get my Cris on, I throw a brick on some young bad chick That lolly probably flipped on You better get goin', you wanna live long Can't nobody protect me like my tres cinco siete If you front, you'll just read about it next day I'm that cat you know you got killer respect Stay out my way if you're feelin' my threat You'll know it's real when you face feel a Gillette And I come through the club with your deal on my neck, come on All Out All Out, Bad Boy What All Out, All Out Let's go Repeat 1 until fade |
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| 12. |
| 3:08 |
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[Intro]
Yo, since I been in this game, yo Alot of funny shit that happend with these hoes, man And this shit I'm 'bout to tell you Myse Is a true story, Puff know the bitch, Uh, Yo [Mase] You know I don't wanna come across foul I'm only telling you about my lifestyle I had a girl named Kate I date in Georgia State Girl named Samantha I met in Clark, Atlanta I even knew these girls named Laura and Yvette Switched up giving me head in Georgia Tech Now flip the script, mess with girls that strip Give 'em tips just so I can feel I'm they "his" They like, Mase I like your eyes and I love your lips I'm like, that ain't enough to make you sit in the six She said Mase, lot of things I wanna teach you 'bout If I tell you my past, it'll freak you out Save your dough, you know I wanna treat you out Fuck sucking your dick, I wanna eat you out I'm like whoa now, slow down You remind of these young chickens I knew from uptown Got a butt like this girl that worked in Motown So if we ain't gonna fuck then where we go now I don't move too fast, you move too slow You wasn't saying this just a moment ago You was sitting at the bar just spending my dough You owe me something bitch, you gon' blow me or something She said this thing you need to know before we fuck I ain't like all these other sluts And if I told you I was a virgin you wouldn't believe me I know getting pussy for you is easy You hit every bitch from Antee to a Tuskeegee Plus you know I know your girlfriend KiKi And for a moment honey tried to freak me But being the man I am I'm still in pimp mode Could tell she was Harlem 'cause I seen her zip code And then she started showing me pictures of Flipmode So I'm with my man and you know we gon' discuss her All I could hear is him sayin', don't trust her You know her lil' cousin fuck with Usher Plus her best friend got a baby from Busta So I layed back and peeped the ho' It's her word against his, I can't believe the ho' Yo, I only knew this girl from a weekend ago And I figure she a freak, Cease would know So I called up my nigga, I'm like Cease what up (what up) Is she a freak, nigga? Cease been fucked, but Cease admitted Yo, that he ain't even hit it, now y'all I really don't get it And she tried to play Mike like he's some nigga in a Civic And sucked Puff dick for some Budweiser tickets Yo, you believe this bitch, yo? She sucked his dick for some Budweiser tick.. That bitch gonna give me my shit B, word up (Section 622) I'm not even fucking playing I bet you she give me my watch back though, I bet that (Row 40) And all my fucking ice better be in it, too (Seat A, Seat B, enjoy the show) Matter of fact, I want my fucking couch out that shit B Word up, tell your sis get my fucking couch B I ain't fucking playing |
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| 13. |
| 5:46 |
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[Mase]
What what For my family, nigga This for my family, nigga H-World in here (Yeah) All Out in here (Yeah) Bad Boy in here (Yeah) Some nigga's don't never learn Don't never learn, uh You know we used to see eye to eye, now it's just hi and goodbye You gon' go against the fam', damn, why you wanna die? I know where you reside right there on the East Side Street wise, I don't just roll alone we ride Loon all smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you J might feel you, Hud wanna kill you Mase wanna let it slide, Stase wanna get you high And walk you in that wrong building Now you at the wrong place, and it's at the wrong time You got a long face cuz now you see this long Nine But whatchu lookin' scared for, nigga? You only in some things you ain't prepared for It ain't that you not my man, but Mase my man more And family is the only thing I stand for Blinky Blink, yo, I know alotta nigga's tell you this, dog But I would die for you nigga [1 - Mase & Harve] Blood is thicker than all this here Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes The money or these hoes Blood is thicker than all this here Cuz anything you love in life You can't take it when you go Blood is thicker than all this here Don't be worrying 'bout the cars, the clothes The money or these hoes You know blood is thicker than all this here You heard me, blood is thicker than all this Blood is thicker than all this, blood is thicker than all this [Mase] I'll be whatever you call this I'm Cash Money like them Hot Boys in New Orleans That thin vest you got on, slugs'll go through all this And burn, so when you see me salute and fall in I'm real and only the real would understand me Got love for my nigga's that's why the chicken's can't stand me Wasn't for your mami I woulda got the grammy But that's what nigga's get goin' against they family Know a boy dealin' with Stase, get dealt with manly Whatchu think the cops could do, come and can me Bell was Plan A, nigga's go wit Plan B and end no where Cuda Love or Cardan, bein what about Dre That's my nigga, going against Stase I clap my nigga When money involved it get solved with automatics You don't mess wit' me, you mess wit' Hud and there you have it [Repeat 1] And truthfully a nigga can't do nuthin' to me On the real you know my nigga B.I.G. used to school me Said never do a show for less than a QT If a nigga get to you, he gon' get through me And if a mugger move wrong I put one in his coffee If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best Said Mase, nigga's gon' love you, nigga, long as you fresh Long as you hot, long as you cop Long as you not that nigga who be doin' never come through the block But think about it now Mase, who wouldn't love you alot You take nigga's around the world with girls suckin they cock But just because a nigga ride witchu, fly witchu, high witchu That don't mean when bullets come he gon' die witchu It be them niggas you be knowing that long You be killed, run up the block with your new Rolley on Don't be quick to flip a nigga brick and spend what's on Cuz if they recognize you stole them pots, bring the war Now you could skate now or stick around But don't be afraid to call the name when this all go down You feelin' me now? Cuz if I'm showing you something that you never seen Then you gon' shake when you see this dusty M-16 come off the shelf I know we kill for what but what they brought Nigga we came to kill you, got the gun put in sto' And what about the block nigga's, can't get nuthin' in his coat Cuz them the same nigga's we took 'em on, they wanted to smoke So leave them niggas there [Repeat 1] I'm a Harlem World nigga (Fuck Harlem World) I'm a BK nigga (Fuck BK) I'm a BX nigga (Fuck BX) I'm a QB nigga (Fuck QB) I'm a Long Island nigga (Fuck Long Island) I'm a Jersey nigga (Fuck Jersey) I'm a Down South nigga (Fuck Down South) I'm a up North nigga (Fuck up North) I'm a West Coast nigga (Fuck the West Coast, yo) I'm a East Coast nigga (Fuck East Coast) I'm a Midwest nigga (Fuck the Midwest) I'm a A-T-L nigga (Fuck A-T-L) Where all my Bad Boy nigga's (Fuck Bad Boy) Where all my Ruff Ryder nigga's (Fuck Ruff Ryder) Where all my Suave House nigga (Fuck Suave House) Where all my Cash Money nigga (Fuck Cash Money) Where all my Harlem World nigga's at (Fuck Harlem World) Where all my Tennesee nigga's at (Fuck Tennessee) Where all my Chi-town nigga's at (Fuck Chi-town) Where all my St. Louis nigga's at (Fuck St. Louis) Where all my B'more nigga's at (Fuck B'more) Where all my Philly Philly nigga's at (Fuck Philly, yo) Where all my VA nigga's at (Fuck VA) Where all my North Cackie nigga's at (Fuck North Cack) Where all my South Cackie nigga's at (Fuck South Cack) Where all my LA nigga's at (Fuck LA, yo) Where all my Texas nigga's at (Fuck Texas, yo) Where all my Detroit nigga's at (Fuck Detriot) Where all my Miami nigga's at (Fuck Miami) Where all my Little Rock nigga's at (Fuck Little Rock, yo) Yo', I ain't gon' be screamin' all these nigga's names Man, I'm outta here |
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| 14. |
| 4:09 |
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[Intro]
What, what What, what, what (H-World) What, what, what (All Out) What, what, what, what, what (Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka) What, what, what, what, what Yo, this for my niggas in the streets (What what what what) Foreign cars and the jeeps (What what what what) Make about a fuckin' million in a week (What what what what) When I can't forget that we all still street Yo, yo You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin' A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a collision Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission So if you got dogs, nigga, let 'em go If a mob fuckin' truck right, let 'em know We got the same guns that you got, but better though And next time we in some shit nigga, you will know See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down And I stand over your head, like look at you now And the kids in the parks start lookin' around Like, "Mommy come here, look, look, look what we found" Wit' me it's more intense, nigga So if you ain't goin' hard, stay on the bench, nigga And you know when I come, I leave no prints nigga And when you die, it won't be at my expense nigga Nigga, nigga 1 - Yo, you ain't as smart as you think And I know you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think And I know you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think Yo, yo Not only do I know the rights, I know the wrongs Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah, you know the song And if you claim you a nigga that know me long And you should know I'mma die with my Rolley on I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp See I'm unlike the ones who fail you, when I know where you Live, I'mma send my kid to take care of you I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you I'd tie something up if I wanted to scare you Make it where your own shadow won't stand near you And they send the trauma unit to come repair you Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin' reservoir With your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car Who you are Repeat 1 Yo, yo You can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him Let him know certain shit you gotta do without him And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it You gon' kill a man, there's ways to go about it See I never kill a man, and I do it vainly I won't ever let a mutha fucka know I'm angry Cuz when I get caught and they come arraign me It be a surprise witness that come to hang me I figure, if I'mma do it, I'mma do it my way Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday Then Sunday, I'mma meet 'em on the highway See where his exit is and keep it movin' Monday I'm off the exit All I wanna find out is where the complex is And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes All I wanna find out is where the address is And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key Now you in the hospital, not critical Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block wit' you Friday hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you Need somebody help you with your leg, got your bitch wit' chu Soon as you get home and put the key in the door Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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[Intro]
Uh uh Get Money all over again Get Money all over again Get Money all over again Get Money all over again '99, Double Up, uh uh Yo, when you look in my eyes, what chu see? A sincere man or just a bunch of G Why second guess, the brotha would last They took a whole clique from the George and the Ave' The booties in Aruba, boats and hoover crafts So if Biggie could love the dough, Murda could love the cash Butter Benz, gave the Tahoe to my other half If she got the Benz then guess what mami have Why dread it, tell the waiter too much ice in the crib Blink's so drunk, he think we singing "Nights Like This" He say when he grow up he want a life like this Sleep all day and plus you want ice like this? While girls throwin' head I ain't even touch dice I ain't trust Don King, how my trust Mike? I date bull daggers, ain't I don't trust Dykes Need a cleaner nina, cuz they don't bust right I ain't stingy, when everybody see the plush life Buy rims before the benz so I look just right Girls love me try to get the girls that love Mike All I need is cup of Kool-Aid, I got enough ice 1 - [Cheri Dennis] All I ever wanted was you for me Cuz that nigga who I'm with don't give a fuck about me And all I ever wanted was to be there for you Cuz that girl who you with don't give a fuck about you You unhappy, and I can see it when you cry You look like your life has just been minimized I ain't your man, I'm your man on the side You just call me when you plan to slide And if you ever feel like you wanna creep All you gotta do is just give me a beep Only way I won't call you back less I'm asleep Gettin' my money or layin' it wit' a piece We hit the block, shop alot She see her man, but she don't wanna drop the top And you know that don't really mean a thing to me Can't no girl ever run game with me You know Mase, got alot of places to be Spots in Ohio, kick in NC And I be wit older dudes and know the rules So if a man pick up I know what code to use Repeat 1 If you cheat on me, I'mma cheat on you If you don't speak of me, I won't speak of you I'll tell you now, we wait about a week or two Then I know what we could do We could just get our food and stay in Cuz people on the block is hatin' They know your man and know we datin' So we gotta do this just to stay friends (OK) Amen [Both] I lay back, I zone You say that it's on [Mase] Then the girl try to snatch the phone So I knew I was happier home Repeat 1 until fade |
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And welcome back from that commercial break
Um I found out some please ladies and gentlemen Hold your applause please can you hold your applause I found out something very interesting The mad producer, he's not really that mad Uh he well Mr. Producer can you please tell us Why you're not really that mad? Eh eh eh yo would I be tellin you shit though? You can't be you know what I'm sayin Eh eh eh Yo word up TV you know what I'm sayin what's up for real Gentlemen please Yo I gotta tell you something for real What up? What up? The niggaz got chedda dog and I did a track on Mase's album And I ain't gonna lie Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real The niggaz don't you know what I'm say they be raisin.. Naw son naw I'm sorry dog for real yo but Man dog! That kid Mase be doin his thing yo What you mean he be doin his thing I know they be doin their..what What I don't be doin my thing Millie Vanilli did they thing New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul all them bitches and everybody else did they thing And you ain't do no tracks on them what happened to my track? You give 'em my shit? You gave 'em my shit? You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects you give how could you do that I'm the jolliest nigga you know son How could you do that to me son? Damn!! |
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| 17. |
| 4:37 |
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[Mase]
Yo, just think if you could rewind time And start your life all over again What would you give and what would you keep? You heard me, what would you keep? [Loon] Yo, yo, if I could go back, I wouldn'ta sold no crack Wouldn'ta never put my hands around no gat But you know Loon, bein' all hard-headed And don't listen, even if God said it I didn't have to stick with folks that sniff no coke I didn't have to fix the block when shit was broke Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke Now imagine if I went to school, went to class 'Stead of bein' a young cat sent to blast Sent to slash criminal's necks in half For playin' dumb when I come to collect my cash And cuz of that cats will respect my past, I ain't playin' [Shyne] If I start from scratch I'd sign with Def Jam Nah, fuck am I saying? Puff's the best man Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man Shit, I'd a copped the five instead of the six That way wouldn't of crashed and killed my cousin Keep quiet instead of having the industry buzzin' Do a devil's advocate style, don't let 'em see you comin' Use the revolver when bustin' and sluggin' That way no evidence But fuck it, got money to be tried, worse come to worse Who God bless, no man curse, hatin' niggas, lay in the dirt [Mase & Meeno] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? If you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) Rewind time and still go back (About to kill it) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on [Meeno] Yo, if I could start life from scratch, I wouldn't change shit Same gun, same clip, same dumb bitch All Out, Harlem World, same old clique Same old studio, same old shit Shit don't change just because a cop took six to the brain Meeno got a lawyer, man I'm hip to the game You could find a gun, but if my prints ain't on that thing What is you sayin'? And on the same block that I get my glocks from You see the same cop that get popped with the shot gun ([Mysonne:] Mysonne) And at the same bodega I got my tops from ([Mysonne:] Mysonne) I give the same old money to the same cop's bum [Mysonne] If I could start from scratch, I'd bring daddy back And put five in the first cat that show mami crack I sit back and listen to them drunks on the block Tryin' to school me with jewels, tellin' me who to watch I killed five people, I'd let survive And the five I took away, I'd a left alive If I could do all it again I'd bring Virg' back Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that I would have prefered that, I ain't have to starve Pitch crack, have to rob and catch a charge And I'd do it all again if I had to Pitch no-win to win, and I'd be glad to And I'd hit every target I took aim at But I'd still be a problem, you can't change that I'm a problem [Mase] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh) Rewind time and still go back (All Out) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? (And Double Up) If you could start your life from scratch (Bad Boy, Bad Boy) Rewind time and still go back (Yo, I really don't know what's goin' on) What would you change in the way that you live today (I'm tellin' ya, I really don't know what's goin' on) And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on [Mase] Yo, cuz half the cats that flip, we all was cool And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school I got a baby by a lady I don't even love alot Wish I wore three rubbers 'case the first rubber popped But you can't cry now, milk already spilt I had eleven friends and ten already killed Went down south and I ain't feel the guilt And I ain't ready to war but that ain't the way built And for all the nights and all the fights That I had for all this money over all these dice All my cars and homes and all my ice If I could do it all again, I'd do it all for Christ Whoever thought the limelight or the super-stardom Whoever thought there'd be a problem comin' through Harlem Can't even chill, cats wanna make me a villian Cats that I grew up with I gotta contemplate killin' Nobody love me, I'm my own mister, and on my own, mister Mama did what she could but now I'm grown, mister Though she told me once, wish she'd told me then Though I'm the youngest, I'mma grow to be the oldest man And cats thinkin' they gon' win cuz they veterans Ain't about age at this stage, man with the most cheddar win How you live right? Every day get in bigger sin How you say no at the door screamin' "Let me in"? From the outside it's lookin' gooder than it ever been But tell the truth, when I was broke it was better then All Out, 33rd street [Mase] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch Rewind time and still go back What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? If you could start your life from scratch Rewind time and still go back What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on |
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| 3:53 |
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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?) Repeat 1 [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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Come on, Come on |
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