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Hmm, yeah
The year is 1997 The place: New York, New York, big city of dreams Harlem U.S.A., hundred and tenth street, 1-25th, 8th Avenue 7th Avenue, Lenox, Polo Grounds, Hundred 45th street, Hundred 12th street, Hun' 35th street This is the birthplace, of that nigga, they call Mase This is where he resides at This is his world Harlem World And this is his story A story of... life, death, sex, drugs, happiness Jealousy, envy, reality This is his world... Harlem World... Harlem World... Harlem World... |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo Now I want they ass in my limo cuz now I'm a sex symbol Intercontinental, L.A. airplay, just like Jay Leno Now all the labels out wanna send a memo To do a remix ya'll, but Mase say N-O Figure once I make it, they'll fake it And ain't nobody show me love when I was naked And when he threw my tape in the trash, I laughed Now a nigga' tape on blast, I laugh Figure as days pass, make more cash And I push everything from E to H-class Four years ago couldn't go to a show I was standin' on the corner sellin' dope for dough Now I no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that row *With all this money that we can make, Why ya'll cats wanna playa hate? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? Do you wanna get money with us, do you wanna? x2 Yo, the reality of it all, everybody can't ball If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me But see, I could go the whole summer, gold Hummer But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cuz it's less trouble Make my dough and I just stack, no investment I live off just that Money, hoes, and clothes, and shit that I'm best at But I'm a Bad Boy so you gotta expect that Why do what most do? Do what you 'possed to Make hot jams ya'll, sell bicoastal If you want a hit you can let me coach you Money back on anything that got my vocals This is so true, I do what pros do, Cuz broke ain't a state that I'm tryin' to go through Dealers give me credit any place I go to Drive out in the Benz say "Let Mase owe you'" *Repeat (x2) See, the moral of the story is I'm not here to replace Notorious I'm just a young cat tryin' to do his thing Harlem World style, pursue my dream, cuz see The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that You say you got mad hoes, well we'll see tonight Mase be the cat that'll lead you to the light Messin' with me shorty, you'll be a-ight Stop listen' to all them cats on the block That tellin' you that Mase don't rock Cuz Mase is hot and Mase got a drop and a yacht and a big knot To move you and your moms off the block For real though, Mase got real dough That be in briefcases cats kill fo' And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us Cuz I know you won't have this hold that's on us *Repeat |
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| 3. |
| 3:46 |
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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 *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 x2 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 (x2) 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 (x3) |
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| 4. |
| 1:14 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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*How many niggas that'll die for you
How many get a quiche like the pie, wit you I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you Niggas know, if a red's on ya head, then they ride with you x2 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, I'mma ride for you, would you ride for me? Well, I'mma die for you, would you die for me? Obviously, we all know you type of cats Let they man get struck, never strike back Stay in the street, seven days a week Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope Call me anything but broke When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke Want a war, you niggas better bring yo' force And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6 And when I'm talkin' to a ho, let you meet my bitch When Puff talk, you niggas take heed to this *Repeat (x2) Yo, if you down to act, we came to scrap We beef '89, still watch your back A nigga smack me, I'mma smack 'em back If it lead to the guns, then that be that And lately, niggas that snake me, just make me Wanna send 'em heat without AC Thinks I'm sweet, taste me How much you really want it? Enough to put a mil' on it or your deal on it? This year Cancun, guess who I'm going wit My own niggas, see I pay my own trip Make my own chips, I copped my own 6 I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick My day be short, need coke, raid the fort I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court And though niggas die for, go on the shelf Disrespect and spend like a man below your belt Me, I always had, so I never go for self Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down Kick your door down, surround the block Where you go now? Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round Way I leave the furniture, think it was co-found Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down What more could I say but hey, guess you niggas know now *Repeat (x2) Motherfuckin' right I'mma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war This shit here, nothing to fuck with I'm the same bitch all ya'll wanna try ya'll luck with Lil' Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in this Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, cuz I'm the Q to the B To the motherfuckin' E-E Copped my CD, now all ya'll wanna be me See me on the TV, beds will dip in 3-D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets it on, money keep growin' Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone Like a splinter I enter So why should I throw my blows in those Do a bit upstate and take the weight for your troubles My nigga B.I.G, I'mma ride for But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for *Repeat (x4) |
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| 4:15 |
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Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like? (Why you over there lookin'
at me) I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club (Why you over there lookin' at me) And I'm with my honey (Why you over there lookin' at me) You got, you know, the haters They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden *Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here x4 (Repeat 1 while) Hit you with the ice grill, you know Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you Little do they know, your girl roll harder than Some of yo niggas Dig? Now what the hell is you lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let my pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as I score? Can't my car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? How is murder? P. Diddy name me pretty Did it for the money, now can you get with me? People wanna know who is he, he get busy Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy Niggas on the block know Mase motto One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough 98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe *Repeat (x4) Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me Cuz on the real, look at me Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone Why you don't like me? Cuz I'm mad fly and icy? And why you can't satisfy yo wifey And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure CD, TV's, really would I know ya Now me and blink float in the gold Rover So it's only right you get the cold shoulder And if you got a girl, don't be real committed Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it *Repeat (x4) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) (4x) We don't stop We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy I rent scooters, I'm with my family Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy But get approached by a girl named Tammy Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami But say, since some her peeps call her Candy Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties? Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties? Please, tell me something that I don't know Like if we have sex, you don't want dough And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10 I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me *Repeat (x8) |
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| 0:53 |
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I told them I was gonna give them a call on the phone
Nigga I'ma get them on the phone, tell you they bad though Put on your clothes nigga, we might have to go out there Aight, it's rining, let me do the talkin Let me put you on the phone Hello? Hello, can I speak to Julie? Speaking Julie, you remember my man you was askin for last night? Yeah Yeah, I got him here with me. He's sittin right next to me You got Ma$e? Yeah I'ma put him on the phone Becky, pick up the phone Yeah, tell Becky to pick up the phone Hello? Hi Becky Hi, how are you? I'm fine, how are you? Fine Aight, so Becky & Julie, I'd like you to meet Ma$e. Ma$e? Ma$e? Yeah, what up? Oh my God This isn't really Ma$e. It's Ma$e. This is Ma$e Oh my God Where you at? No I'm at Harlem World 125th Street, Apollo? Yeah Where all the abandon buildings are? Yeah Oh cool Oh wow. This is not Ma$e |
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| 3:12 |
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Yo, now hum all you want to and all the simple hits
Move, Cuda love, straight out the tenements Drop the joint with Puff Dad just finished it Would have did more without censorship? Talk to plenty chicks, on to many flicks Love when a girl say they wanna skinny-dip Call room service, tell 'em to send it quick Want gritz, don't forget, put cheetoes in my Chill with the fellas that I came in it with Buy 'em all minks before December hit Player like Mase revoke your membership Cuz this a balla club that come with benefits They'll reminisce when lady used to dis Now everywhere we go all the hoes generous They must think Mase is on the rush limited Dusty denim tip, is still the main chick *Ooh Mase I love you so Never, ever, ever gonna let you go I can't keep my eyes off you Ooh Mase I love you so Never, ever, ever gonna let you go I hope you feel the same way too Uh, uh, now ladies say he has this Tendency to B.S.'s for girls who put key scratches On brand new coups or E-classes Jet for ya'll, before I do a federal charge Name incorporated, no problem gettin' cars Whole entourage in the Mount Airy Lodge When you very large, never spend cheddar, you charge Get my daily menage , Halle Berre massage Different color Benz in every garage Who would've thought? '95, earth spinned twice Mase be Billboard's hot merchandise Player like me must deserve this life Every girl a trick kid, if you work her right My click bubble, why you wish me trouble, so aight Bad Boy gonna have to shit you double *Repeat Yo, if you never had a man than why try me? Niggas outta town wanna learn my G Understand me, the baller I be Need about three pages and caller ID When I come around, all the waiters get jippo Wanna serve Poppy, him a big tipper Leave the restroom about six strippers Don't watch me, flip up your zipper I'mma good fellow, mellow Though I puff trees my teeth never yellow Hello, in the club jingle like I'm Jello With the kids, big as Tickle Me Elmo Next summer, stretch Hummer for the whole state Anything, buy no cake hold no weight I you ain't really seen Mase in the gold 8 I really think it's time that you relocate *Repeat (x2) |
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| 4:14 |
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No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)
Nawumsaying? Something real, something you could feel (that's right) Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy) Representing (no doubt) Put a little soul in heren And we don't stop No one has to ask who be actin' bad Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicing I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya Have yo mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy *Everything that I do be all about the loot I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes I'm a player, baby and don't you forget You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday The player way, the player way Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it 'Less there's TV's in it I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat You foul and if you had styles you wouldn't get back You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at I'm dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up Know for my Roley I was set up I can't let up, you in some shit that don't concern you Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy *Repeat I've been waiting 20 minutes baby Now drop yo drawers And do something outstandin' with yo jaws After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all Yeah the women say it's good to have a confidant But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man Front like they real and hold a fake in You wastin' the time Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin' Dibs on da strip with steady toes As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise Plenty money workin' for G and whoever next to me And I ain't gonna rest till we made a statement I'm straight up you want it down? It's time for a replacement *Repeat (x2) |
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| 1:00 |
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Bitches is drop dead gorgeous yo
Wassup with Ma$e B? Why he be showin no love this way B? Come through the block don't say shit or nothin Don't forget, he used to live on our block nigga He went with Puffy & he don't know how to act B Wait till I get on B, it's gonna be real Wait till I see that nigga on the street. Nigga, gonna take me nowhere You talkin like he promisin you shit He did nigga He told me he was gonna take me to the roleys Gonna have & all that me & this nigga grew up What the fuck you talkin about? He promise me, he owe me nigga Fuck you talkin about I'm sayin you gotta understand shit Niggas be busy, they move around, ya know Sayin, like I said, we was on the road You actin, like he told you he was comn to get you Take you on the road with him Nah, it ain't even like that B I'm just sayin, I wanna shine to, that's what I'm sayin dog That's all I'm sayin I don't wanna be on the corner, B, I wanna shine I'm sayin though man, niggas gotta make moves Fuck, everybody don't make moves at the same time It takes time B, everybody gotta get they chance to shine Ya know what I'm sayin, everybody get they chance to shine |
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| 4:10 |
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Yo, check this out right Harlem on da rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys, uh 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, niggas ain't ready Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks Playin' some the niggas on the corner holdin' the gatts Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back You the nigga never did but send in all the facts Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all the time And I greet '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' Niggas talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin' There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin' You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin' So when you talk to Mase better watch yo mouth son *Yo, if niggas wanna act we can act You niggas wanna scrap, we could scrap You niggas got gatts, we got gatts You niggas wanna style, we style If you get foul, we get foul You get wild, we get wild x2 Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip Cuz feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit We crisp bub sippers, strip club niggas Peace to the street team, ya'll get love niggas Six years ago I was the have-not nigga Hot nigga, represent for all my block niggas Now I'm 6 drop niggaz, baggette rock niggas 10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggas Shock niggas who thought I was a pop nigga You go against Mase you get your wig rocked nigga! Players like me'll leave your whole block bitter Roll hard like when I see the bank stop nigga Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigga Don't really fuck with Dame, but still I cop Jigga *Repeat (x2) 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 slot in every category Niggas say they love me, they don't love me I know deep down they wanna slug me I feel the vibe when they hug me Luckily I rock jewels that be chuckie Over Iceberg Rhugby, pushin' a Benz buggey For a better batch, roll fever for notes And need I approach little niggas seated in coach I mean, um, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach The seed in my smoke, the niggas 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 link, loosen my ice And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I beat the duece twice Niggas who don't make dough, I can affil'ate with 'em I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism *Repeat (x4) Um, yo, whatever you want We can do We can do it better And you niggaz wanna scrap? We can scrap Niggaz wanna wild? We wild However niggaz like it, you get it Harlem World Bad Boy It's '97, yeah, Harlem on the rise And you don't really want no problem wit us guys Uh, got my man Cardan with me KFC, D-R-E, Blinkey blink Cooda Love, Utto, uh Black Fred Big Puff Diddy You know we got bitches Lox, Black Rob, the whole committee You don't stop, we won't stop |
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| 12. |
| 3:25 |
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You ready Mase?
Party people In the place to be (Uh huh) It's about that time For us to (Yeah, uh huh) Yo, what you know about goin' out Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest Try and live it up Ride true, a bigger truck Peeps all glittered up Stick up can, they go what? Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it all Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up I'm a big man, give this man room I'd a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant's tomb Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls Lighting up drugs always fightin' in the club I'm the reason they made the dress code They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my french clothes Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's Buy the E, get a key, to the Lex to hold East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz Let's begin, bring this BS to an end Come on *Bad, bad, bad, bad boy You make me feel so good You know you make me feel so good (2x) Bad, bad, bad, bad boy I wouldn't change you if I could I wouldn't change you if I could (2x) Ah ah You can't understand we be Waikiki Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy Little kids see me, way out in DC With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me Nigga's talkin' shit they ought to quit I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip Just stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig' So while you daydream my Mercedes gleam And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline One time you had it all I ain't mad at ya'll Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought Six cars and power to fire big stars Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga It's like ya'll be talkin' funny I don't understand language of people with short money Come on *Repeat Ah ah Do Mase got the ladies? (yeah-yeah) Do Puff drive Mercedes? (yeah- yeah) Take hits from the 80's? (yeah-yeah) But do it sound so crazy? (yeah- yeah) Well me personally, It's nothin' personal I do what work for me, you do what work for you And I dress with what I was blessed with Never been arrested for nothin' domestic And I chill the way you met me With a jet ski attached to a SE Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat Where my check be? Problem with ya'll I say it directly Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat From no hoes at shows to menage in suites Now I be the cat that be hard to meet Gettin' head from girls That used to hardly speak Come on *Repeat (x2) Mase Harlem World Bad Boy Goodfellaz baby Yeah And we won't stop Cuz we can't stop Mason Betha Yeah Owwwww, come on |
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| 4:03 |
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Tell me what you want (2x)
Just tell me what you want Tell me what you want (3x) *Tell me what you want for me Take a look at what you see Let me know if this right here Is something you can have for years x2 Now Mase be the man wanna see you doing good I don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood Girl, in my eyes you the baddest The reason why I love you, you don't like me cuz my status I don't wanna see you with a carriage living average I wanna do my thing so we be established And I don't want you rock in them fabrics Girl, I will give you karats 'till you feel you a rabbit Anything in your path, you want you can have Walk through the mall, if you like it you can grab Total it all up and put it on my tab And then tell your friends all the fun you had *Repeat (x2) Hey Mama, won't you come here to Papa? You don't like the way your tata's lookin at Shada? In a 600 ain't no smokin' cigada Come over here, I think I see your baby faddah Here ya go the number to my casa If you in a rush you call me manana Whatever you need girlfriend, I got the whole enchilada Just the way you like it, Mase gon' do you propa' Girl, I can tell you was meant for me I can tell by the way you was sent to me While I'm on tour trying to make them centuries And they ask who your man, you better mention me If you don't you know you got a problem Said you want no beef girlfriend don't start none And it just so happens that I'm seeing cash Cuz you messed up a lot just trying to be fast And I ain't gonna ask who smashed the E-Class Pull up to the crib with the whole front crashed Now you wanna laugh, good thing that's the past If you ever lie again, girl, that will be your last *Repeat (x2) Now the more you treat me royal I adore you That's why I don't mind doing these things for you You did things for me I wouldn't believe you did That's why I always want to keep you here In a year or two, girl, I could see you with my kids Girl, you make a thug want to get a legal gig It's only right we spend our lonely nights Gettin' crazy biz till we awake the kids Don't get too loud, got respect for you honey To keep it all real, you come second to my money And can you be my ghetto love prophecy? Everybody love you girl, not just me And I know that you really care a lot for me Wanna to see you happy even if it's not with me *Repeat (x3) |
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| 1:49 |
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*phone ringing*
Dre get the phone! Mase: Chill Dre I got it. Hello? OREON: Hello? MASE: Yeah, who this? OREON: It's Oreon, Hi Mase! MASE: Oh, whassup you miss me? OREON: Yeah I miss you, I'm tryin' to see you tonight. MASE: What time? OREON: Whatever time is good for you. MASE: Whassup wit 7:00? OREON: 7:00 is good. MASE: Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hello? GINA: Hello? MASE: Who this? GINA: This' Gina. MASE: Gina whassup you miss me? GINA: Yeah. MASE: So tonight, you tryin' to see me? GINA: No doubt. Wuz up wit you? MASE: I don't know. Wuz up? GINA: What you mean you don't know. MASE: It's gonna hafta be later cause I was sposta be goin' somewhere wit wit my brothas. GINA: How late is late? MASE: Like 11:00? GINA: Oh, that's good. MASE: Hold on cuz I got my mother on the other line alright. Hello? OREON:Yes baby. MASE: Wuz up. So I think I'ma be able to do it at 7:00. OREON:7:00 is good? MASE: Yeah where you want me to pick you up? OREON:I'll be in front of the building. MASE: Alright hold on my man on the other line. Alright? OREON:Okay. MASE: Yo, Oreon? GINA: Who the fuck is Oreon? What happened to your mother? MASE: You know I was just playin' Lis- oops. GINA: Who the fuck is Lisa? Motherfucker you must of lost your mind! MASE: You know I was sayin' that shit to get you mad. GINA: Oh, you wanna be callin' names motherfucker the real nigga I wanted was Puffy but he didn't come to the club that night fool, I know that make you real mad! |
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| 3:16 |
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Yo, yo
Yo, if you gonna hit niggas' girl Just expect niggas to hit your girl And that's it 112 help me say *If she got with you when She already had a man Why wouldn't she cheat on you (Why wouldn't she cheat on you) x2 Mase, come on If I'm in the streets or I'm in my jeep And I wit my peep, ex know not to speak See it's all good, and it's all sweet All women flirt, all women cheat So I might spend a week down in Virginia Beach Out or in the sheets blaze plenty freaks Be the bad boy everybody wanna meet Practice what I preach, never caught when I cheat If I ain't work late, I say I was wit my peeps And quick to tell a hoe, yo I ain't get the beep And all these girls is quite the same So it ain't your pencil, it's how you write your name *Repeat (x2) Ain't nobody hotter than the jam, don dada Been around the world with girls at Ramada Never been the one that chick, lotta scotta, protta And yo when Cease got a girl he gotta Though I love a ghetto girl that keep her doobie fly 39 in my Benz them niggas and super size Girl talk slick but I see through the lies You don't got TV, whatcha mean who am I If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't be givin' her pearls If you know that she cheap why you live with the girl Half you cats couldn't live in my world Cuz you couldn't picture another nigga hittin' your girl (what?) *Repeat (x2) Is it because my game is stronger, name last longer On the brain like a whole eighth but can Chicks stop, mesmerize rub up on they tetas Like push up bras, who you dealin' with ma, he's jigga You know the rawest, ice is flawless baby Nice is lawless, recite for balla's And I fools ya'll fake players every time Cuz you only hit chicks that you think is mine You know how I paid his due, but I'm unfatable Mommy screamin' pappi can I skate wit you They wanna ride wit me, stay fly wit me Wanna help me get rid of my rivalries Wanna be the ebony to my ivory But I'm straight though, thanks ma, I only chase dough We can lay for tonight but in the mornin' I get Shirley Murdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone *Repeat (x2) Yo, you can't think you gonna be cheatin and the girl ain't gonna cheat Just like you cheat, they could cheat And I just think, you a fool if you think girls don't cheat |
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| 16. |
| 4:16 |
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[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do? That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure How would you handle it? Mase, what would you do? [Mase] Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal I'd even look for my dad that I never knew And show him how I look in my Beretta, too I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress Give every bum on the street cash to invest And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request [Jadakiss] Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket Then go get a jar from Branson And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time Spread it out on different floors And I'm gon' play lotto, for what? Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what [Black Rob] You know when I was close to the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close I hate her boyfriend so I put one in his throat Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six Went home took a shower in nice cold water And spent my last hours wit my son and my daughter [1] - If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? If you had twenty four hours to live just think Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify? Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die? [Sheek] What hey yo, if I had twenty four nigga gotta get the raw Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door For the times that I paid for twenty an he gave me twelve The other eight had to be baking soda by itself So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face Fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me [Styles] If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth Run in the station squeezin the inf' I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant Back to the twenty four I make it out the precinct Shootin niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin' I'm on the job robbin' every so-called Don Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb So fuck bein' violent get stocks and bonds [DMX] Twenty four left until my death So I'm gon' waste alot of lives, but I'll cherish every breath I know exactly where I'm goin', but I'mma send you there first And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'mma send you there worse I've been livin' with a curse, and now it's all about to end But before I go, say hello to my little friend But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog Turn like three buildings on Wall Street, into a fog Out with a bang, you will remember my name I wanted to live forever, but this wasn't fame [Repeat 1 until fade] |
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| 17. |
| 5:13 |
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Yo Carl man, come here, lemme school you to some shit
Yo what up dud Remember that girl you said was nineteen somethin' Yeah I remember that shorty She was not nineteen Word! Yes she is she nineteen Nigga I followed her to school that's how I know Nigga I followed her to school you know I don't be into that Dog, dog, she showed me some ID bee word up Niggaz got to jail for that Lot a niggaz go to jail See you not a regular nigga right there, I know I know Her friend ain't wanna give me the pussy You wanna know what that bitch said to me What happened? *I really wanna mess wit you But I ain't ready to have sex wit you And I don't mind caressing on you But I need to be, I need to be You know I need to be loved by you You know I need to be hugged by you And I can't wait to be touched by you Cuz I need to be, cuz I need to be How many niggas out remember the First time they try to take a girl virginity And through the bullshit, you lost your identity, and lost your cool Cuz you ain't know what to tell all your niggas at school I had niggas making bets like, did he fuck her yet? Ask her did he touch her bra, when I say nah they say ahh So tommorrow I use that pressure to undress her But the more I caress her, more I feel like a molester So I wait for the day deserve it But every time I go to touch it, then she say I hurt it I can't even talk sex, and then she say I'm perverted And then she say, Mase. why we can't wait? What, I ain't worth it? It ain't that but girl you never say I go too fast All I'm seatin' when I'm eating, or goin' in your ass I guess you like that, huh *Repeat Now mother may I? Yes you may I told her 'bout all the baddest bitches from Harlem to LA Now anything that Mase can blaze, gotta get away See girl, work is work and baby, when I'm workin' I get paid For overnight stays that's gonna cost you breakfast on trays No need for shower curtains, we bath in camays I live the willie lifecuz that's the style that I portray We pop crystal like my niggas got a raise See nowadays man you got to know these bitches age Cuz they ass be real fast when they be goin' through that phase You fuck a girl that's young, and you gonna end up in the cage Cuz her moms ain't tryin' to hear that you never knew her age And naughty is the only way that Bad Boy plays Fuck them hoes, have them girls recoverin' for days A nigga like me, I have a girl head in a daze And I never eat pussy cuz I'm too stubborn in my ways, come on *Repeat I need to be licked from my head to my feet To make a long story short, girl I need me a freak She can be fat, black, light skin, type slim Matter fact shorty ain't even got to like me As long as when she grab my meat, she take it down real deep Till her body feel weak, then I'm fallin asleep See I ain't talkin 'bout these pre-madonna bitches you meet I need a girl that if I ask her handle me and my peeps Get down dirty, and lick ice down my butt cheeks Then she wiggle, then I giggle, then she feel my nutsy Then if she give my dick a kiss, probably give her clit a kiss Then I hit it from the back, then I yell whose shit is this Then I go so hard that she need her guts fixed If she make my nuts itch, I kill that slut bitch I done been around the world, uh huh, and never met a girl That's so thorough that could suck a dick until my toes curl, uh huh *Repeat |
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| 18. |
| 0:57 |
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This Mase, what up?
Yo Mase I'ma make this short and to the point I'm a fan of yours, you know, my kids like you, they dance to you You know we like what's goin on wit you All I'm sayin is don't give my girl your number no more What? Don't give my girl your number no more man Who your girl B? Listen man listen You wild easy to get son, you know what I'm saying I've been to jail twice man and I'm not scared and I love and I want go back You understand what I'm saying? So, don't give my girl your number no more man Come on B wit all that yo When the smoke clears man, Puff Daddy and all them niggaz you runnin with man They ain't gonna be there man and niether will you man So I'ma close it off like that bee you know what I'm sayin Whatever B I'ma leave it like that son Aight man |
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| 19. |
| 4:23 |
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*Do you really wanna hurt
Mase? Or do you really wanna make me cry? Or is it really that you envy Mase? Or you don't really wanna see me fly? x2 Now you don't wanna see me angry Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me Days to arraign me, KKK's to hang me, insane me Ya need ice picks to bang me Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me Or more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me Nigga, look at you and look at us My duns don't fuss, Harlem win you with a thrush Nigga you better hush, I can mess out the cave Niggas still get touched And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us Listen here, Mase'll make you disappear And yo' mouth'll be the reason that you missed this year Man who needs ya? You don't need me, I don't need you neither That's why my next Lex gon' be a two seater And the things I do to you won't leave you beautiful And though yo' feelin' fuck me, I'm feelin' mutual *Repeat (x2) From the M to the A nigga dollar sign E Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me I was murder for six years, seen no clean from it Drop murder off, Mase woke up at Teen Summit My niggas joke, niggas broke, kill a laugh I got power, make a call, get a mil' in cash Like my money and ya ain't cuz they don't tax me Actually, anything you got to ask me, fax me I'm no Beamer dreamer, I'm a Bentley man Car totally smashed threw out 50 grand How ya figure ya bigger when Mase that nigga And every style I deliver come with much charisma Knock it off, now will ya , I'm the one that bitches live for Don't get me wrong you niggas make it hot I make it sizzler And I don't know you cats, so don't you get familiar And if you violate me and mine I guarentee I peel ya *Repeat (x2) If I ever whisper on a remix, I got C-chips Time is money, when you talk gotta be quick I don't see how ya'll hang or even be wit Niggas ridin' in the Benz with only one V-6 But I know how it is when ya go into the bar Got girls overreact, they thowin' you a star Got niggas player hatin' don't even know who you are And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in yo' car When you're from Harlem World niggas never see yo' views They wait for you to flop or be on BET News All they see the G's and jewels, V's that ya cruise Being the underdogs, they can't wait to see us lose Don't hate me, thank me I don't get mad when nigga's bitches prank me Make you cranky to see me places that you can't be I'm too pretty to let you niggas shank me And frankly, know you probably hate me cause you ain't me *Repeat (x5) |
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| 6:24 |
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You know, there's a lot of jealous guys in this town
And many other towns I go to, (ah yeah) But I'm afraid right now I'm so hurt I'mma need 112 and Puff, to help me explain how I feel So come on fellas, help me out *Ladies, There's some jealous guys in our town, oh baby x2 Well, well, well Now would you be mad if I gave back your girl Or would it still be a problem with the entire Harlem World At first you were singing that she was your ex But you was ready to kill me when you found out we had sex When I came and told you the deal You wouldn't admit how you feel Now you know your girl love me Why can't you just let it be (just let it be) *Repeat (x2) I go by the name Puff Daddy And I'm a Scorpio, check this out Girl I really hope you find a new lover Cuz Mase can't take no more of you fuckin' him and his brotha, ut uh And girl what make you think you could do what you do And think that we'll be standing here fighting over you, come on When I came and told him the deal He wouldn't admit how he feel Now he know his girl love me Why can't he just let it be (just let it be) *Repeat (x2) As I said before, I go by the name of Puffy Daddy And I'm a Scorpio and I'm not a jealous guy Come on sing for me Mase *Repeat (x12) You see if we had more pimps, it wouldn't be no jealous guys See me, I live by the four pimp rules Number one, you control the situation You get in they head before you get in they bed And number two, girls run like buses, you may miss one Catch another one every hour on the hour, promptly And number three, what that girl ain't willin' to do You got a hundred more girls more than willin' And number four, is a new rule to the new pimp testament You can't be a playa and hate the playas That don't make no sense I don't wanna see no more jealous guys at the end of this song ya'll I really don't wanna see no more jealous guys after this song ya'll So can ya'll sing along with me I mean put your hands together, sing along ya'll , sing along everybody *Repeat until fade I just really wanna come and let you know Girl you just got to let them go Cuz there jealous guys, jealous guys, in our town And it's gonna show ,love is gonna show It's gonna show, oh baby it's gonna show, oh oh It's gonna show, it's gon', it's gon', it's gonna show And you is a jealous guy in our town In our town, in our town oh baby, oh yeah, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh Well, well, well, well, well, well Well, well, well, well, well Where do you go when there's jealous guys in our town Now that's the end of our discussion To all the player haters and player hatetts Mase, Harlem World, Puff Daddy and 112 Telling you to be a lover and not a hater, you'll get further in life May God bless you and good night |
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