Ma$e [Rap]

4:16

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

[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]

[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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All I Ever Wanted

4:03

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Another Story To Tell

3:08

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Awards Show

1:48

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

Blood Is Thicker

5:46

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Breathe, Stretch, Shake

featuring P. Diddy 작곡:M. Betha,R. Thomas

3:18

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Intro]
Uh
This is what I sound like after 5 years
(You back kid)
Why do I feel I still got the flow
(You back kid, Bad Boy for real, Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Before 99 I was born again
5 years later and I'm on again
Man I think I'm born to win
Mase broke, that's a oxy moron
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on
G-4's What I soar on, uh
You thinkin I ain't hot you so wrong
Sorry for the prolong
But now life goes on
Long list of hits and it goes on
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm getting a million a bar
Indeed I need not take no lie
Man, ya'll gone make me cry
It's kinda eerie when you hear me
Ya hairs stand up
Been a change of plan
Rip your old plan up
Instead of hatin
Help me lift the big man up (As we proceed...come on....yeah)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 2]
Some days I make thousands
Some days I make millions
Spend my day chillin
Coupe's with suede ceilings
Everybody out there wanna know what Mase got
Way hot gray drop Maybach gray yacht (Whoooo)
And that's just the way it be
Favor, people wanna pay for me
When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee
And I don't chase money man
Money chase me
I give my wife things that she dream and more
I give a little bit, and she fiend for more (lets go)
I'm back like Moses to bring the law (Come on)
Brand new saint Mase in mean velour
I had bling before you ever seen the tour
Fans from Iran and Singapore
And grown men beg me to bring them on tour
Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor (Let's Go!!)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 3]
I used to be the guy stood next to Diddy
Crucified for bringin sex in the city
Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty
How I know? I ain't got no extra wit me, oh
With the fist tight flow
Wit a wrist like whoa
What if this might blow
Ain't no if I... know
I'm the man to plan the way
This ain't my life
I've become a saved (Say what)
Put up a good fight
Like its mandalay
Hate the game, but it made a man a man
Gone for a while, its like I ran away
God tI'me now, and I don't plan to play
I'm only here for the one thing you lack
And make dj's scratch is he is he back
Kids in the hood stutter it's a it's a fact
It's the kid resurrected it's a it's a wrap
(As we proceed, to give you what you need, he's back)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (I wanna see yall out there)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work this, let's work now)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work, Turn the lights on somebody)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(hahahaha...I like this right here, I like this right here)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (For real, Bad Boy)
(AHHHH!)

[Intro]
Uh
This is what I sound like after 5 years
(You back kid)
Why do I feel I still got the flow
(You back kid, Bad Boy for real, Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Before 99 I was born again
5 years later and I'm on again
Man I think I'm born to win
Mase broke, that's a oxy moron
Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on
G-4's What I soar on, uh
You thinkin I ain't hot you so wrong
Sorry for the prolong
But now life goes on
Long list of hits and it goes on
I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star
And man I'm getting a million a bar
Indeed I need not take no lie
Man, ya'll gone make me cry
It's kinda eerie when you hear me
Ya hairs stand up
Been a change of plan
Rip your old plan up
Instead of hatin
Help me lift the big man up (As we proceed...come on....yeah)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 2]
Some days I make thousands
Some days I make millions
Spend my day chillin
Coupe's with suede ceilings
Everybody out there wanna know what Mase got
Way hot gray drop Maybach gray yacht (Whoooo)
And that's just the way it be
Favor, people wanna pay for me
When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee
And I don't chase money man
Money chase me
I give my wife things that she dream and more
I give a little bit, and she fiend for more (lets go)
I'm back like Moses to bring the law (Come on)
Brand new saint Mase in mean velour
I had bling before you ever seen the tour
Fans from Iran and Singapore
And grown men beg me to bring them on tour
Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor (Let's Go!!)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

[Verse 3]
I used to be the guy stood next to Diddy
Crucified for bringin sex in the city
Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty
How I know? I ain't got no extra wit me, oh
With the fist tight flow
Wit a wrist like whoa
What if this might blow
Ain't no if I... know
I'm the man to plan the way
This ain't my life
I've become a saved (Say what)
Put up a good fight
Like its mandalay
Hate the game, but it made a man a man
Gone for a while, its like I ran away
God tI'me now, and I don't plan to play
I'm only here for the one thing you lack
And make dj's scratch is he is he back
Kids in the hood stutter it's a it's a fact
It's the kid resurrected it's a it's a wrap
(As we proceed, to give you what you need, he's back)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (I wanna see yall out there)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work this, let's work now)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(Let's work, Turn the lights on somebody)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
(hahahaha...I like this right here, I like this right here)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (For real, Bad Boy)
(AHHHH!)

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Breathe, Stretch, Shake

featuring Puff Daddy

3:18

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Intro]
Uh
This is what I sound like after 5 years
(You back kid)
Why do I feel I still got the flow
(You back kid, Bad Boy for real, Let's go)

[Hook]
Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy)
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go
Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go

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Cheat On You

featuring Lil' Cease & Jay-Z,Lil' Cease & Jay-Z

3:16

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

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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Crew of The Year (Clean Ver.)

featuring Ma$e

3:37

from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)

Featuring Mase, Cardan)
(Mase)
Yo, throw the beat on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem World, The Movement
The Commisioner
Cuda Love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?
(Meeno)
Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga Meeno
First of all, there will be no type of discussion
For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
So I could walk Harlem days, let it creep Harlem nights
Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, MIC erosion, niggas is foldin'
And we are holdin' down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but f**k it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show 'em I'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
Then screw him, like White Castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him
(Cardan)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
Scream it out
(Loon)
Yo, I was sworn, never again to sell drugs
But every now and then, yo, I tend to bust slugs
It's bug, how niggas get rolled up in rugs
Fold up, and dumped in a hole of a dug six feet
You creep, niggas know who the thug
And that's why Loon never showed you no love
You feminine, and don't know the shit you swimmin' in
F**king with this thing was gentlemen that boost my adrenaline
Cool the momentum and flow, I'm in it for dough
And don't need to gimmick to blow
When I get it you know nigga, 'cause I visit yo' hoe
I hit it befo', I be there hit it some mo'
Y'all niggas on coke. Me? I think your shit is a joke
But y'all find out when the heavy hitters awoke
And opposed to me? Y'all niggas hoes to me
How the f**k you gettin' money doin' shows for free?
(Cardan & Mase)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here
(Harlem World)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(The Movement)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(All Out)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
Scream it out, we don't give a f**k who isn't here
(Yeah kid, Harlem on the rise)
Harlem World'll be the crew of the year
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
And murder niggas, all we do is a year
(C'mon, c'mon)
Scream it out
(Mase)
Yo, now why talk Willy livin' in the tenements?
Why shoot Dominicans then go to the Hill again?
Then again, why repent when I'mma sin again?
Why eat at Blimpies if I could eat in the Bennigans?
Dumb niggas with Timbaland, til they body tremblin'
Messin' with Mase money and they'll be rememberin'
I hate the color green 'less it comes in Benjamins
Is that the same color my brother got sent up in?
You laugh all day but cry the sinner's sin
Stranded on the Island, I don't mean the Gilligan
You thug gentlemen, deep down feminine
'cause in the pen, change your name to Cinnamon
You speakin' on money and you ain't put a penny in
You gon' float on the same shit they put the penguin in
And my adrenaline won't let me be no Minute Man
'cause I put my dick in any bitch I could fit it in
C'mon
Repeat 1 until fade

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Crew Of The Year

featuring Ma$e

3:37

from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)

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Do It Again

3:22

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Do You Remember

featuring Cardan 작곡:C. Cole,Erica Dymakkus,M. Betha

5:01

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Oooohhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky
And put 'em up hiiigh. [2X]

Gimme reason why
see'mon!

If it's your thing that ain't workin then you improvise
Why...it's me...you hate...that's genocide
Everytime I'm in a vibe it's me that they criticize
But everytime they in a ride it's my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I'm here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah
Got a order I'm awaitin from a 404, my aura's not the Torah
Plus I'm jazzy like Norah
See my codi call me wodi, and don't even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I'm classic like a Audi
Save the game like a goalie
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie
You don't know what you're in for, don't do no endo
I'm not tintin' my windows
I'm not duckin' no bimbos
I'm saying 'N-O' to the nymphos
You got something to say, then send your memo

[Chorus 2X]
Do you remember how it used to be
Back in '96 when I made ya move ya feet
The feelin's back so get up out your seat
Let's do it again and again and again

[Cardan]
Yea yea yea yea
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic
See I ain't said a word and you're already in it
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar
I leave the streets smokin' like brand new black tar
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car?
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day
Know much about a Hyundai, if you want to come stay
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way
Now what they gon' say? I don't need it?
They don't really tell the truth, man they life was defeated
They quite conceited
They rockin' all that ice that's treated
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) [2X]

[Ma$e]
Uh uh
Engine in the back, no roof-top
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow
Hand, so heavy, that it's hard to say hello
I'm somethin' you got to have like strawberry Jell-o
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain't scared of the ghetto
You know it

[Chorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) [2X]

Oooohhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky
And put 'em up hiiigh. [2X]

Gimme reason why
see'mon!

If it's your thing that ain't workin then you improvise
Why...it's me...you hate...that's genocide
Everytime I'm in a vibe it's me that they criticize
But everytime they in a ride it's my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I'm here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah
Got a order I'm awaitin from a 404, my aura's not the Torah
Plus I'm jazzy like Norah
See my codi call me wodi, and don't even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I'm classic like a Audi
Save the game like a goalie
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie
You don't know what you're in for, don't do no endo
I'm not tintin' my windows
I'm not duckin' no bimbos
I'm saying 'N-O' to the nymphos
You got something to say, then send your memo

[Chorus 2X]
Do you remember how it used to be
Back in '96 when I made ya move ya feet
The feelin's back so get up out your seat
Let's do it again and again and again

[Cardan]
Yea yea yea yea
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic
See I ain't said a word and you're already in it
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar
I leave the streets smokin' like brand new black tar
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car?
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day
Know much about a Hyundai, if you want to come stay
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way
Now what they gon' say? I don't need it?
They don't really tell the truth, man they life was defeated
They quite conceited
They rockin' all that ice that's treated
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) [2X]

[Ma$e]
Uh uh
Engine in the back, no roof-top
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow
Hand, so heavy, that it's hard to say hello
I'm somethin' you got to have like strawberry Jell-o
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain't scared of the ghetto
You know it

[Chorus 2X]
(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put 'em high.) [2X]

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Do You Remember

featuring Cardan

5:01

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Ma$e]
Oooohhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky
And put ′em up hiiigh. (2X)

Gimme reason why
C′mon!

If it′s your thing that ain′t workin then you improvise
Why...it′s me...you hate...that′s genocide
Everytime I′m in a vibe it′s me that they criticize
But everytime they in a ride it′s my song they memorize
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer
See I′m here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah
Got a order I′m awaitin from a 404, my aura′s not the Torah
Plus I′m jazzy like Norah
See my codi call me wodi, and don′t even know me
I been around the world man without a roadie
See I′m classic like a Audi
Save the game like a goalie
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie
You don′t know what you′re in for, don′t do no endo
I′m not tintin′ my windows
I′m not duckin′ no bimbos
I′m saying ′N-O′ to the nymphos
You got something to say, then send your memo

[Chorus 2X]
Do you remember how it used to be
Back in ′96 when I made ya move ya feet
The feelin′s back so get up out your seat
Let′s do it again and again and again

[Cardan]
Yea yea yea yea
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic
See I ain′t said a word and you′re already in it
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar
I leave the streets smokin′ like brand new black tar
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car?
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day
Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way
Now what they gon′ say? I don′t need it?
They don′t really tell the truth, man they life was defeated
They quite conceited
They rockin′ all that ice that′s treated
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put ′em high.) 2X

[Ma$e]
Uh uh
Engine in the back, no roof-top
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow
Hand, so heavy, that it′s hard to say hello
I′m somethin′ you got to have like strawberry Jell-o
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain′t scared of the ghetto
You know it

[Chrorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah
Hands in the sky, and put ′em high.)

[Ma$e] 
Oooohhh...yeah yeah 
Hands in the sky 
And put ′em up hiiigh. (2X)

Gimme reason why 
C′mon!

If it′s your thing that ain′t workin then you improvise 
Why...it′s me...you hate...that′s genocide 
Everytime I′m in a vibe it′s me that they criticize 
But everytime they in a ride it′s my song they memorize 
The richer get richer the poorer get poorer 
See I′m here to save the city like Sodom and Gomorrah 
Got a order I′m awaitin from a 404, my aura′s not the Torah 
Plus I′m jazzy like Norah 
See my codi call me wodi, and don′t even know me 
I been around the world man without a roadie 
See I′m classic like a Audi 
Save the game like a goalie 
Got my Rollie, olie, so you can call me holy rollie 
You don′t know what you′re in for, don′t do no endo 
I′m not tintin′ my windows 
I′m not duckin′ no bimbos 
I′m saying ′N-O′ to the nymphos 
You got something to say, then send your memo

[Chorus 2X] 
Do you remember how it used to be 
Back in ′96 when I made ya move ya feet 
The feelin′s back so get up out your seat 
Let′s do it again and again and again

[Cardan] 
Yea yea yea yea 
Now it was this bounce, that opened up a Swiss account 
If you get this, you guaranteed for this amount 
Now can we pause for a minute, under the authentic 
See I ain′t said a word and you′re already in it 
See money is my linen, I get it as long as they print it 
I tell ya that far, invest in Nascar 
I leave the streets smokin′ like brand new black tar 
Girls...put stickeys everywhere my ass are 
Silver horsey on the back, is this a fast car? 
Yellow ice on Sunday, pink on a Monday 
White ice, Six Flags, family on a fun day 
Know much about a Hyundai, if you wanna come stay 
We kick it, beat ticket, make on a one-way 
Now what they gon′ say? I don′t need it? 
They don′t really tell the truth, man they life was defeated 
They quite conceited 
They rockin′ all that ice that′s treated 
I wrote a book about it, like to read it, huh, huh, huh, huh?

[Chorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah 
Hands in the sky, and put ′em high.) 2X

[Ma$e] 
Uh uh 
Engine in the back, no roof-top 
Feet on gas, with no need for cash, oo oo oooh 
Trunk in the front, I make a million in a month like pumps in the bumps 
You know Mason be that very fellow that bring canary yellow 
Hand, so heavy, that it′s hard to say hello 
I′m somethin′ you got to have like strawberry Jell-o 
Same jewellery in the hood cause I ain′t scared of the ghetto 
You know it

[Chrorus 2X]

(Say ohhhh...yeah yeah 
Hands in the sky, and put ′em high.)

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Do You Wanna Get $?

featuring Puff Daddy

3:50

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

*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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DOWN THE LINE JOINT

featuring G-Dep,Ma$e,Mark Curry,Puff Daddy

Black Rob

4:57

from Black Rob - Life Story (2001)

Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that's when it all begins
Be prepared we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm
They want to do us harm
Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
Want twist us all in there black magic
? suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are u ready, don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats
Under six feet beneath
C'mon

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
It's done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya'll dues,
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what,
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels,
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus

Verse Five: G-Dep
Dom Dom Dom
Thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin
Burned up herb huntin
Word cause, my heard something
Splurge something,
Now I don't care who I hit
Its who I hit I knew I hit
Who'm would understand though
We vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels
And flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Got let this schemmy plan
Pay me man, scan
Sex, cars any money
Sex guard the money
With this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight
Better tonight,
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
I'm bendin this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Chorus
Chorus

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill 
When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
It's done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat 
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall 
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war 
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall 
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war 
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya'll dues, 
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what, 
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels, 
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus

Verse Five: G-Dep
Dom Dom Dom
Thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin
Burned up herb huntin
Word cause, my heard something
Splurge something, 
Now I don't care who I hit
Its who I hit I knew I hit
Who'm would understand though
We vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels
And flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Got let this schemmy plan
Pay me man, scan
Sex, cars any money
Sex guard the money
With this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight
Better tonight, 
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
I'm bendin this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Chorus 
Chorus

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F#!* Me F#!* You

4:14

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

Feel So Good

3:25

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

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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From Scratch

4:37

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Get Ready

4:20

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Gettin' It

3:53

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Gotta Survive

작곡:C. Cole,Erica Dymakkus,M. Betha

4:42

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

I don't regret nothin' that i've ever done
at this point i don't owe n obody an explanation
Man they love you when you up
kick you when you down
look around vh1 man where are they now
life is amusin'
nobody like to see you cruisin'
but evrybody like to see you losin'
so i stop
despisin' on top a lies
im livin' prophet side i'll be ostracized
one day i lost my rodeydum the day i hit the podium
now im back on top salty like sodium
a gift to this world man rappin' wit a ribbon
why do you look for the dead among the livin'
sum thought i was crazy sum thought i was missin'
sum said i was lazy sum said i was diffrent
i was so loaded that evrybody flowed it but
once i got to notice then i got focused
and then i saw they motive so evrybody voted
so i did the way i rote it and live it the way i quote it
c'mon

Gotta Survive in this life thats been givin' to me
but it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
when im down at the back just keep it real
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
Gotta survive in this life thats been givin' to me
so i tried and i tried to do anything
when it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
now the block tried ta tell me what im not
pull up in a bot now im all a sudden hot
now they wanna stop just ta look at wat i got
thought they were my homay left me out ta rot
so i had ta make it on my own
take it on my own i wanted out the hood i had ta scape it on my own
believe me now its easy now
cause evrybody seen me down and im on tv now
but it started out with no budget
then i took it round the world and the folks love it
in the beginnin' man my life it was so rugget
but now i shine like a gold nugget
cause i made the most of it
i no how u feelin' man i was weary
sum days i used ta sit there my eyes all teary
thinkin' to myself do
anybody hear me now i no
u makin' a dolla's not a theory, c'mon

Gotta Survive in this life thats been givin' to me
but it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
when im down at the back just keep it real
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
Gotta survive in this life thats been givin' to me
so i tried and i tried to do anything
when it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
I been laughed at, talked about ridiculed
but m dot bethay is still not a bitter dude
and u no its no coincident
that me n u is not so intimate
i cant fake i dont shake
i dont break i dont lose i dont use i dont bruise
i never lack and im neva goin back
im nuttin u never sawd of
im tellin' u that im immortal

Gotta Survive in this life thats been givin' to me
but it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
when im down at the back just keep it real
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
Gotta survive in this life thats been givin' to me
so i tried and i tried to do anything
when it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
Yea, u no theres nuthin in this world
that could seperate me
from wat i believe
from wat i've achieved
all a dis is because a him
and im tellin' u now as much as yall dont wanna hear dis
i could do nuthin of myself
its all through him
its all through him
so all around the world
u dont even no sucess until u no him and him is Jesus

Gotta Survive in this life thats been givin' to me
but it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
when im down at the back just keep it real
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
Gotta survive in this life thats been givin' to me
so i tried and i tried to do anything
when it seems that the world keeps scratchin' on me
Gotta survive, Gotta survive
now the block tried ta tell me what im not
pull up in a bot now im all a sudden hot
now they wanna stop just ta look at wat i got
thought they were my homay left me out ta rot
so i had ta make it on my own
take it on my own i wanted out the hood i had ta scape it on my own
believe me now its easy now
cause evrybody seen me down and im on tv now
but it started out with no budget
then i took it round the world and the folks love it
in the beginnin' man my life it was so rugget
but now i shine like a gold nugget
cause i made the most of it
i no how u feelin' man i was weary
sum days i used ta sit there my eyes all teary
thinkin' to myself do
anybody hear me now i no
u makin' a dolla's not a theory, c'mon

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Gotta Survive

4:42

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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Hater

1:00

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

Higher

Pusha T, Ma$e, The-Dream

from Kanye West Presents Good Music Cruel Summer (DIGI-PAK) (2012)

Honey (Bad Boy Remix)

featuring Ma$e,The LOX

Mariah Carey

from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)

Honey, You can have me when you want me
If you just simply ask me to be there
And you're the only one
who makes me come running
Cause what you got is far beyond compare

And its just like honey
When your love comes over me
Oh baby, I've got a dependancy
Always strung out for another taste of your honey

*Chorus*
It's like honey really washes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet
And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya
One hit of your love addicted me
Now I'm strung out on you darlin'
Don't you see every night and day
I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey

Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
*Chorus*

I can't be elusive with you Honey
Cause It's blatant that I've feeling you
And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly
Cause you're the only thing I wanna do

And it's just like Honey
When your love comes over me
Oh baby, I've got a dependancy
Always strung out for another
Taste of your honey

*Chorus*
It's like honey really washes over me
You know sugar never ever was so sweet
And I'm dyin for ya, cryin for ya, I adore ya
One hit of your love addicted me
Now I'm strung out on you darlin'
Don't you see every night and day
I cant hardly wait for another taste of honey

Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
Honey I can't describe
How good it feels inside
*Chorus*

I Need To Be

featuring Monifah

5:13

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

*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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I Owe

3:49

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Intro:]
Uh, uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, Come on
Yeah, here we go

[Verse 1:]
They tried to bet it in my brain, and said it never change
Either win it in the anthem, they gon' say the name
Weren't the bentley or the phantom, you ain't said a thing man
It ain't wordy, plus it ain't dirty
Full time, Millionare, and ain't thirty
Anything out there, smooth and basic
Tennin' up, came from the school of mason
You know what's up, even my jewels await this
You would be a fool, to hate this
So came from the pool, of make this it's still the same floor
Wrist looking like a rainbow, and I know
It's better now, when you get rich, you want to settle down
Full speed ahead, we on the petal now
When it came man, you know I was never around
When the arm came, you know I was never found
What if I go, as you call, I can let 'em

[Chorus 2x:]
I know, I don't really do the weed, in high dro
I don't really do the freaks, as I hold
I know, I owe

[Verse 2:]
I want to coach like new rap, pull out the plays
Like X's and O's, Crow 2's, protech my flows
I deal with versions, like escomeoes
Ya'll seen me high, ya'll seen me low
Ya'll seen me fly, and ya'll seen me broked
Ya'll heard the beat, but I caught the flow
I seen the goal, when nobody want to know
You married now, what'chu mean, ooh ma ma
Really in mind I'm like, ooh nah nah
I got Millions, watchin' I can't go left
Cause if I do, then they go death
You know your man tyson, ain't been the same, since Indiana
Then coal being been the same, since Colorado
Aaliyah, Left Eye, they brought lots of sorrow
Me Myself from my heart, act to follow
I know you fat, You gonna stop tomorrow, uhh

[Chorus 2x:]

[Verse 3:]
Change the scenery, ya'll ain't seen the enemy
No dro and Hennessey, I don't need the energy
Save this energy, fo real the intitty
Back in the industry, just to let this enessy
Mean in me, and they treat me like an enemy
Yes ya'll remember me, but now it's like tenemy
They clone me, it's like everybody owe me
Who had try to phone, but God already warm me
Feel alone, I feel like a old lead
All eyes on him, to tell me why they own me
I gotta eat, I gotta live, I gotta ride
I gotta teach, I gotta preach, I gotta tie
So I need my money, right, right now
The real thing in the world, is in my life right now
I had to switch it up, kick it up, like, like, like now
I get the word, I put this mic right now, you wright that down

[Chorus 3x:]

[Intro:]
Uh, uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, Come on
Yeah, here we go

[Verse 1:]
They tried to bet it in my brain, and said it never change
Either win it in the anthem, they gon' say the name
Weren't the bentley or the phantom, you ain't said a thing man
It ain't wordy, plus it ain't dirty
Full time, Millionare, and ain't thirty
Anything out there, smooth and basic
Tennin' up, came from the school of mason
You know what's up, even my jewels await this
You would be a fool, to hate this
So came from the pool, of make this it's still the same floor
Wrist looking like a rainbow, and I know
It's better now, when you get rich, you want to settle down
Full speed ahead, we on the petal now
When it came man, you know I was never around
When the arm came, you know I was never found
What if I go, as you call, I can let 'em

[Chorus 2x:]
I know, I don't really do the weed, in high dro
I don't really do the freaks, as I hold
I know, I owe

[Verse 2:]
I want to coach like new rap, pull out the plays
Like X's and O's, Crow 2's, protech my flows
I deal with versions, like escomeoes
Ya'll seen me high, ya'll seen me low
Ya'll seen me fly, and ya'll seen me broked
Ya'll heard the beat, but I caught the flow
I seen the goal, when nobody want to know
You married now, what'chu mean, ooh ma ma
Really in mind I'm like, ooh nah nah
I got Millions, watchin' I can't go left
Cause if I do, then they go death
You know your man tyson, ain't been the same, since Indiana
Then coal being been the same, since Colorado
Aaliyah, Left Eye, they brought lots of sorrow
Me Myself from my heart, act to follow
I know you fat, You gonna stop tomorrow, uhh

[Chorus 2x:]

[Verse 3:]
Change the scenery, ya'll ain't seen the enemy
No dro and Hennessey, I don't need the energy
Save this energy, fo real the intitty
Back in the industry, just to let this enessy
Mean in me, and they treat me like an enemy
Yes ya'll remember me, but now it's like tenemy
They clone me, it's like everybody owe me
Who had try to phone, but God already warm me
Feel alone, I feel like a old lead
All eyes on him, to tell me why they own me
I gotta eat, I gotta live, I gotta ride
I gotta teach, I gotta preach, I gotta tie
So I need my money, right, right now
The real thing in the world, is in my life right now
I had to switch it up, kick it up, like, like, like now
I get the word, I put this mic right now, you wright that down

[Chorus 3x:]

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I Owe

작곡:M. Betha,R. Thomas

3:49

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Intro:]
Uh, uh, come on
Yeah, yeah, Come on
Yeah, here we go

[Chorus 2x:]
I know, I don't really do the weed, in high dro
I don't really do the freaks, as I hold
I know, I owe

[Chorus 2x:]

[Chorus 3x:]

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I Really Like It

featuring Kelly Price,Ma$e

3:44

from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)

(Mase)
You make me feel...
It's the real thing girl!
Talk about it, talk about it
What you want, huh?

(Cardan)
One two, one two
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
One two, one two
Hah hah hah
One two, one two
Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo

Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things
But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game
I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain
So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began
I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman
That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it
I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me
Then let you float out on the beach
With the string o' yo' "G"
I need a pretty momma
Silly momma, diddy poppa
Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sits when I finish my dips

(K. Price)
1 - I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

(Stase)
Yo, real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing
And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right? Am I tight?
Do this chick bring it to the light
Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke
Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase
While you was lovin' John Doe
I copped a condo
While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down
I see it for a fact now, it's intact now
It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat
Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease
I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what
I'ma forever rise
Rings be tetra-size
Girls be petrified
It's a heavy meza-ride

Repeat 1

(Mase)
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
All Out, All Out

Yo, you better do what I say yo
Get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o
My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o
If he could take three shots, he could take four
I'm on the low though
But wit a lot of dough tho'
And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo
That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason
Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season
Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin'
Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through G's in
Got Blink chick follow me for no reason
And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what

Harlem World, Harlem World the clique
Harlem World the clique, come on now

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

(Mase)
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
All Out, All Out, All Out
M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah
Baby Stase
Cardan
Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink
Yeah, yeah
Kianna, Stason
Yeah, yeah
Cuda Love
Black Fred
Me Chico
Wha-what what what what
J.M.
Lil' Cease
Kim
Cristal
B-Rock
Gutter
What the... what the, uh
You don't stop
Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X
Bad Boy, yeah
So-So Def
JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out

(Mase)
You make me feel...
It's the real thing girl!
Talk about it, talk about it
What you want, huh?

(Cardan)
One two, one two
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
One two, one two
Hah hah hah
One two, one two
Yeah yeah yo, yo, yo

Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things
But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game
I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain
So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began
I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman
That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it
I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me
Then let you float out on the beach
With the string o' yo' "G"
I need a pretty momma
Silly momma, diddy poppa
Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sits when I finish my dips

(K. Price)
1 - I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it
I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

(Stase)
Yo, real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing
And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right? Am I tight?
Do this chick bring it to the light
Is my body so right I could even attract a dyke
Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase
While you was lovin' John Doe 
I copped a condo
While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down
I see it for a fact now, it's intact now
It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat
Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease
I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what
I'ma forever rise 
Rings be tetra-size
Girls be petrified
It's a heavy meza-ride

Repeat 1

(Mase)
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
All Out, All Out

Yo, you better do what I say yo
Get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin for my date-o
My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o
If he could take three shots, he could take four
I'm on the low though
But wit a lot of dough tho'
And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo
That gimme mo' pleasin', and mo' reason
Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season
Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound unbelievin'
Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through G's in
Got Blink chick follow me for no reason
And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what

Harlem World, Harlem World the clique
Harlem World the clique, come on now

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

(Mase)
Yeah kid Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
All Out, All Out, All Out
M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, yeah
Baby Stase
Cardan
Loon, Meeno, Huddy Combs, Blinky Blink
Yeah, yeah
Kianna, Stason
Yeah, yeah
Cuda Love
Black Fred
Me Chico
Wha-what what what what
J.M.
Lil' Cease
Kim
Cristal
B-Rock
Gutter
What the... what the, uh
You don't stop
Ruff Ryder, DMX, L-O-X
Bad Boy, yeah
So-So Def
JD, Free, yeah, M-A-Dolla' Sign-E, all out

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I Wanna Go

작곡:G.Goffin,M. Betha,M. Masser,T. Jones

3:52

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Hey, I just wanna see you doing good
Uh
From the first day I met you, I knew you were special
You had alot of drama, but I used to protect you
Being you was naive, yo I could not let you
Do alot of things so I had to correct you
I'm thinking if you juss went left instead of right
Right now, what would your life be like
And me, you know I love the good life
And you, I know you hate the hood life
I watch you as you turn and turn
And burn and burn from all your decisions
You could be a Christian, rich somewhere
But you ain't choose to listen, so get somewhere
Its never too late, 'till its too late
Right now, if you was with me
You be living in a new state
Riding around with new plates
Living in a new place
But you could'nt tell your crew wait
C'mon
I wanna go back to the days (oh, oh, oh)
You stayed and you were loving me (oh, oh, oh)
And I was loving you, I was loving you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna go, cuz I would do so many things,(uh, uh, uh)
So differently, (party, party, party, party over there)
Baby me and you would still be together (party, party, party, party over There)
I wanna go back to the days (uh, uh, and you dont stop)
You know I see you on the beach
Feed her rose peddles, I tell you the truth
But then you wanna go settle
A girl like you is on another whole level
Tried to move you out the hood
But you scared to leave the ghetto
I told you, anything you say, you can have it
With me, I always spend a million on my fabric
Established, and lavish, carrots is a habbit
I'm married, and that dont mean I want you looking average
I thought you known that, take you where your zone at
Peeps, in the street, talking like they own that
I talk truth, but they only want facts
When you wanna do right, you know where your homes at
I tell you wait on Lennox, that mean wait a minute
Bracelit tennis, face it, we finished
And just because your not my girl
It doesn't mean your alone in this world
I wanna go back to the days
You stayed and you were loving me
And I was loving you, I was loving you
I wanna go
Cuz I would do so many things, so differently
Baby me and you would still be together
I wanna go back to the days
I'm in love with a girl named Twyla
I'm in love with a girl from mississippi named Twyla
I'm in love with a girl named Twyla
I'm in love with a girl named Twyla Betha (Twyla Betha)
I said Twyla Betha (Twyla Betha)
You know I'm in love
I'm in love with a girl named Twyla
I'm in love with a girl from mississippi named Twyla
I wanna go back to the days
You stayed and you were loving me
And I was loving you, I was loving you
I wanna go
Cuz I would do so many things, so differently
Baby me and you would still be together
I wanna go back to the days
Uh, uh
Yeah, H-world
Mason Betha
This that feel good music
That thing that get in your soul
Before you know it
It done took whole of you
Ha, ha, ha
Everybody out there
Right now
Its about 4 o'clock, 5 o'clcok mattafact
L.A. time, in the mourning
We did this just for you
You hear me, just for you
We back
You know it, you here
C'mon
You know a real man let you know how he feel
Thats all I got to say

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I Wanna Go

3:52

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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If You Want To Party

4:06

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

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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In My Life

featuring Avery Storm,Ma$e,Mase

Nelly

3:41

from Nelly - Suit (2004)

Yo, Turn the mic up
I haven't been in here in 5 years
And keep the lights on
We got company
Wooooo
Yeeeah
Uh Uh
Yea
Oook
I don't think they gon' really understand
this one right herre man
Not at all, not at all
We got a special guest in the house tonight
Who is that?
But first* Ohhh
You see Nelly ain't the one
that'll pay for your phone
Way you lookin ma
I might just pay for your home
Right out the ceremony give you the throne
Put you somewhere
you know birds cant come
I don't wanna be your man boo
I wanna be the one
To get inside your brain
And give you my last name
I swurr I can change
I put that on er'rything
You aint happy while happy wit me boo
Then gimme the blame
Different color ring for erryday of the week
You can go on and set
it up for me n pops to meet
Cuz I'ma ask him for you hand
And show that I'm a man
What if he say that you cant
I'ma tell him my plans because
Me and u was meant to be as one now
Me and u we gon have sum fun now
Me and u from sun up to sun down
Me and u that's one thing I know for sure
I still luv u
I still want u
I still need you
in my life
in my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
one man one cat made to win
I heard your hear to change the game again
Mason Betha heaven sent
No game can change what you represent
You cant call me with no money
that I never spent
They don't make planes
to go where I never went
I aint gotta keep sinning to keep spinnin
I prefer pink dice and peach linen
I teach these women what they in the shirt for
Search yours, find out you really worth more
I change your esteem
You was made for a king
Do he really love you?
He ain't give you a ring
I e-rase the hate
That made you mean
Got you 20 lookin' 50
And you only 18
Then ya slate clean
It's not a fake dream
Bye bye hatas
We off for high hatas
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
Me and you was meant to be as one now
Me and you we gon have sum fun now
Me and you from sun up to sun down
Me and you that's one thing I know for sure
So girl, tell me is there something
I can do to see you
Maybe you can make a lil time
for me to meet u
I just gotta tell u what I'm goin' through
Gotta let u know I still love you
theres so many things
I wanna share with you
so much is there to make me miss you
for what its worth girl
I swear its truth
girl I wanna let u know
I STILL LOVE YOU!
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE

Yo, Turn the mic up
I haven't been in here in 5 years
And keep the lights on
We got company
Wooooo
Yeeeah
Uh Uh
Yea
Oook
I don't think they gon' really understand 
this one right herre man
Not at all, not at all
We got a special guest in the house tonight
Who is that?
But first* Ohhh
You see Nelly ain't the one 
that'll pay for your phone
Way you lookin ma
I might just pay for your home
Right out the ceremony give you the throne
Put you somewhere 
you know birds cant come
I don't wanna be your man boo
I wanna be the one
To get inside your brain
And give you my last name
I swurr I can change
I put that on er'rything
You aint happy while happy wit me boo
Then gimme the blame
Different color ring for erryday of the week
You can go on and set 
it up for me n pops to meet
Cuz I'ma ask him for you hand
And show that I'm a man
What if he say that you cant
I'ma tell him my plans because
Me and u was meant to be as one now
Me and u we gon have sum fun now
Me and u from sun up to sun down
Me and u that's one thing I know for sure
I still luv u
I still want u
I still need you
in my life
in my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
one man one cat made to win
I heard your hear to change the game again
Mason Betha heaven sent
No game can change what you represent
You cant call me with no money 
that I never spent
They don't make planes 
to go where I never went
I aint gotta keep sinning to keep spinnin
I prefer pink dice and peach linen
I teach these women what they in the shirt for
Search yours, find out you really worth more
I change your esteem
You was made for a king
Do he really love you?
He ain't give you a ring
I e-rase the hate
That made you mean
Got you 20 lookin' 50
And you only 18
Then ya slate clean
It's not a fake dream
Bye bye hatas
We off for high hatas
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
Me and you was meant to be as one now
Me and you we gon have sum fun now
Me and you from sun up to sun down
Me and you that's one thing I know for sure
So girl, tell me is there something 
I can do to see you
Maybe you can make a lil time 
for me to meet u
I just gotta tell u what I'm goin' through
Gotta let u know I still love you
theres so many things 
I wanna share with you
so much is there to make me miss you
for what its worth girl
I swear its truth
girl I wanna let u know 
I STILL LOVE YOU!
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE
I still love you
I still want you
I still need you
In my life
In my
I STILL
I LOVE YOU
I WANT YOU
IN MY LIFE

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Into What You Say

작곡:M. Betha,R. Thomas

4:04

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Verse 1]
You know I neva had time for the he say she say,
Cats act breezay I put em on the 3-way,
Coupes be coming, looking like a relay,
Don't catch it now, get it on the replay,
I'm in my game with some kid named Enrique,
Don't pump weight, don't see the D.A.,
What you hear now, is definitely not a cliche,
Ball so much, I be sold on E-Bay,
People thinking how close the lova,
They hear what's great, and I know some otha,
Some 12 years old, they had a poster of him,
Kids cry you gon get em close to hug em,
And this right here is my retro flow,
The prince of the air got to let you all go,
5 guys arrive when I step to the floor,
Flannels out, push your button and open the door

[Chorus]
If you rolling, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put you hands in the air...
And say oh yeah....
And if you lonely, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put your drink up in the air... (put em up)
And say oh yeah.... (put em up)

[Bridge]
I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say

[Verse 2]
Now how did I get so popular,
The people watch you when you knock the laws,
Even when I'm eating at the lobster bar,
I come out, cops want to stop my car,
I move quick, I can't lolly-gag,
Jewels thick, it make my body drag,
I'm not just a star from the hood,
With money like this, it gotta be good,
Friends platonic, cars exotic,
You name it, you know I got it,
Flows so melodic, sort of hypnotic,
You ain't got to question, dude the kid got it,
Give me another topic, get low, rich low,
You can see this here from the 25th row,
VA to San Francisco, they married to this flow,
Keep the disco, popping like this go

[Chorus]
If you rolling, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put you hands in the air...
And say oh yeah....
And if you lonely, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put your drink up in the air... (put em up)
And say oh yeah.... (put em up)

[Bridge]
I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say

[Verse 3]
It's the M to the A, crooked letter ON, be

[Chorus]
If you rolling, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put you hands in the air...
And say oh yeah....
And if you lonely, and you know it,
And you ain't afraid to show it,
Put your drink up in the air... (put em up)
And say oh yeah.... (put em up)

[Bridge]
I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say

[Verse 2]
Now how did I get so popular,
The people watch you when you knock the laws,
Even when I'm eating at the lobster bar,
I come out, cops want to stop my car,
I move quick, I can't lolly-gag,
Jewels thick, it make my body drag,
I'm not just a star from the hood,
With money like this, it gotta be good,
Friends platonic, cars exotic,
You name it, you know I got it,
Flows so melodic, sort of hypnotic,
You ain't got to question, dude the kid got it,
Give me another topic, get low, rich low,
You can see this here from the 25th row,
VA to San Francisco, they married to this flow,
Keep the disco, popping like this go

[Bridge]
I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say

[Verse 3]
It's the M to the A, crooked letter ON, be

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Into What You Say

4:05

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

[Bridge]
I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work)
Tell me what you say

[Verse 3]
It's the M to the A, crooked letter ON, be

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Intro

1:01

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

Jail Visit

2:03

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

Jealous Guy

featuring 112

6:24

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

*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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Keep It On

3:34

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Do the thing man
Fo real, dont stop
(And I like it, I, I)
H World dont stop
(And I like it, I, I)
M. Betha, dont stop
(And I like it, I, I)
They wanna roll like me, do a show like me
Wanna jump in the ferrari and roll like me
But I know who I be, wit no ID
So much money think the bank owe me
Yo, I do the thing now what you wanna do?
I make the music that you want with ya boo
Go away bring back somethin just for you
Cant no man stop what we come to do
I been flyin all week, I land for a day
Sit somewhere so I can plan my day
I take you to somewhere like Sandro Pe'
And you though I said San Jose? No way
Come on, you know I wouldnt lead you wrong and
You know I wouldnt lead you on and
If everybody tellin you to keep it off
Who gon say keep it on? Come on
We dont have to take our clothes off
To have a good time, oh no
We can just chill and kick it all night (kick it all night)
Cause it feels so right (feels so right) cause it feels so right
Uh, we dont stop
I tell those, girls in Melrose
That love Chanel clothes
To keep they legs closed
The way we met, gave you major respect
I move bodies like I wave the tech
I make all the young girls stomp like a majorette
You need lights to engage in sex
And just because you got the best ride
Dont mean you the best guy
Like the car, you cant let everybody test drive
And I know you like expensive trips
Expensive whips, and spendin chips
The drink you drink is an expensive sip
I just bought a home in an expensive zip
And ever since I met you it havent been dark since
Hold your hands by a central park bench
Twenty million just for the apartment
No financin tell me when your heart went
We dont have to take our clothes off
To have a good time, oh no
We can just chill and kick it all night (kick it all night)
Cause it feels so right (feels so right) cause it feels so right so right
And I like it, (you know I like it) and I like it
And I like it, (I know you like it) I, I
And I like it, (I know they like it) and I like it
And I like it, (Yeah I like it) I, I
And I like it, (I know you like it) and I like it
And I like it, (You know I like it) I, I
And I like it, (Come on, come on, come on) and I like it
And I like it, (Come on, come on) I, I
Now we can just dance, all I need is a chance
To meet ya old man and go and meet ya whole fam
Aint tryin to weaken ya stance, with a weekend in France
I wanna pay all ya bills like a week in advance
Im not a rude dude that'll reach for ya hand
And if ya tell him no then he'll understand
Even though, everywhere he go he in demand
And gotta give you no E to try to sneak in ya pants
We dont have to take our clothes off
To have a good time, oh no
We can just chill and kick it all night (kick it all night)
Cause it feels so right (feels so right) cause it feels so right
We dont have to take our clothes off
To have a good time, oh no
We can just chill and kick it all night (kick it all night)
Cause it feels so right (feels so right) cause it feels so right

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Keep It On (We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off)

작곡:M. Betha,N. Walden,P. Glass,T. Jones

3:34

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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Lookin' At Me

featuring Puff Daddy,Puff Daddy

4:15

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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)

*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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Love You So

featuring Billy Lawrence

3:12

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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)

*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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Mad Rapper

1:14

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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!!

Mad Rapper [Interlude]

0:35

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

Make Me Cry

4:14

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

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

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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Mo Money Mo Problems (Radio Mix)

featuring Ma$e,Puff Daddy

The Notorious B.I.G.

from The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems [single] (2005)

Now, who's hot who not
Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores
You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop
Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down
to the blue tube sock, the same ol pimp
Mase, you know ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp
Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love
You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up
We don't play around it's a bet lay it down
niggaz didn't know me ' 91 bet they know me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound
Can't no PhD niggaz hold me down, Cooter
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie
True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty
And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie
*singers come in over last line*

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see (2x)

Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the C-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y
Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly
I call all the shots
Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks
Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now
When all the ballin stops, nigga never home
gotta call me on the yacht
Ten years from now we'll still be on top
Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop
Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool
bag a money much longer than yours
and a team much stronger than yours, violate me
this'll be your day, we don't play
Mess around with D.O.A., be on your way
Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here
for you to shine here, deal with many women
but treat dimes fair,
and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square
Yeah, yeah yeah

Uhh, uhh
B.I.G. P-O, P-P-A
No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, nigga see
B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, get the phone number
your name, I got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack

I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
What's goin on? What's goin on?
Somebody tell me What's goin on? What's goin on?
I don't know what, they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see

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Money Comes And Goes

4:17

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get money, make money
Why's it always got to be about some money
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Cause I was born to have it
You satisfied
In my life, money comes and goes
Money comes and goes
Even when it's movin' slow
I ain't afraid to spend it cause it comes and goes
See the charm is global, the ice on my arm is oval
Money stacked in the back like it's Barnes and Noble
I know a girl Colorado, half of mulatto
Said I was hollow till I bought her a Murado
Some call me Ma$e and some call me Dolla
Some came to hate and some came to holla
Followed by a mode,l I ain't even cop a bottle
See me GP and I ain't even hit the throttle
Mansion not listed, y'all got me twisted
Only young boys shop at the district
I hop out of big things rocky wristed
Now everybody thinking I'm domestic
Uh, grown mine, I need to chrome mine
Y'all go lease, I need to own mine
I stay so fresh I need my own line
So if money involved I need a hundred for mine
I know the pros and the cons to the smoking dons
See I'm laid in the shade to the Boca rotund
And people wanna beat me with they open arms
But could it be my Rolls or my frozen arm
I'm like whoa man, mind I remember, I fear no man
Put chicks on the floor like a slow jam
With God on my side I fear no man, I'm deprogrammed
It's like I don't really care what another man think
Love to spend many so I understand
Money in the bank so I understand
Excuse me miss your standin' on my mink
My rock so big it jams up the sink
You can't call me sissy cause my whole hand pink
Enough ice in this to make a man blink
You think I care about what he think
Here we go
Now you be the middle man, I'ma be the money man
This flow right here, I know you don't understand
Power to get wealth, part of the covenant
I'm not your man, don't front me about your government
Y'all do it y'all way, I'ma do it God's way
Forget the house I put a million on the driveway
Clothes every spendin' winnin' dressed up in funny linen
Grinnin' while I spendin' givin' to men and women
Oh we back we cool we friends again
And we gonna get some lunch
Oh we back we cool we friends again
And you ain't seen me in sixty months
I know how you stunt, I'm hard to distort
You know my face so it's hard to resort
Garage, lookin' like a rob report
House, one hole away from a golf resort

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Money Comes And Goes

작곡:C. Hamilton,G. Perry,M. Betha,R. Presson,S. Barnes,S. Stein

4:17

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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My Harlem Lullaby

3:54

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

C'mon
Man I just do what the doers do
C'mon, yeah you heard the man
I just do what the doers do
Now I been makin hits since underage
Contract intact, can't be under paid
This ain't a game I ain't fun to play
Don't front for me I ain't from the A
Don't you wanna hear what I come to say
This just a kid you know me from before
Prices go up when I come in the store
I'm in another island in a bungalow
Evisu down to my underclose
Ate like a cat that was undersold
I give and get it back in a hundred fo'
I feel like a man that was from the road
And y'all know that I will bring you out
And what I'm talkin you don't know a thing about
Bring Modenas out
Take a scenic route
Bettin against me, it's bound to clean you out
This is for all of my people
Who stood beside me and still believed
Drop-top cars and SUVs
G5 flights and shopping sprees
This is where you wanna be
This is La Familia
It's hard to get low
In a 3-6-0 Spider
License plates all the chicks know
Cats walk aroud buffed up like beach guys
But they don't put no fear in these eyes
Besides, I'm just here to teach lives
Girl walk around, try to give me the slide
The ice on my arm it gave me all away
I roll up the tint top up and rode away
I smell like money, let the odor stay
Go in my closet, fur to throw away
I'm never lost I already know the way
If I need it for tonight I'll get it for today
I'm God-made, I took five years parlay
Home pool, arcade and it's all paid
What say, I spend a third on a upgrade
Import palm trees 'cuz I ain't have enough shade
This is for all of my people
Who stood beside me and still believed
Drop-top cars and SUVs
G5 flights and shopping sprees
This is where you wanna be
This is La Familia
And when the record plays
What will the haters say
Oh don't you be afraid 'cuz I'm your alliby
So when I'm drivin by
Don't try to analyse
And beacause of him I'ma still be fly
And this our lullaby
C'mon now, you know my flow
I'm in and out
Non guilty, I ain't gotta buy the trout
Couple of critics but I ain't gon' stop now
I got a plane to catch to be in Moscow
I'm on jets, they doin sky miles
So I see why the people so hostile
It's no drama, it's mo' honor
I'm wanted in the world like I was Osama
This is no exageration
Why these people so mad at Mason
This is for all of my people
Who stood beside me and still believed
Drop-top cars and SUVs
G5 flights and shopping sprees
This is where you wanna be
This is La Familia
Take that, take that
Take that, take that

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My Harlen Lullaby

작곡:B. Gaitsch,C. Cole,J Bunton,M. Betha,Madonna Ciccone,P. Leonard

3:54

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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Niggaz Wanna Act

featuring Busta Rhymes

4:10

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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

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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No Matter What

3:58

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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One Big Fiesta (Clean Ver.)

featuring Ma$e

3:22

from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)

[Mase]
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop
All Out, we don't stop, we don't don't stop
All Out, make it hot, don't stop, c'mon
C'mon, Harlem World make it hot, don't stop c'mon
All Out, All Out

[Stase]
Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy
Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me
Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me
Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
How come when I'm in the street or a open place
Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case
Anything you gotta say to me
You can say to me, it's Baby Stase
The more I make, the more they hate
See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it
'cause I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it
I don't know what's wrong with these cats
It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see
I was once told, Harlem World don't fold
We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold
Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold
The world really see what happens when my click unfold

[Mase]
1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

[Blinky Blink]
Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit' it)
See the size of my money clip? (Now, I'm on the funny tip)
I know you hate me, hate Mase, 'cause you make papes
And got girls in like 48 states (48 states)
But kickin' the women who wear the straight face
While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a rape case
But why player hate? 'cause I sex girls and they say I'm great
You bust one tank, can't even stay awake
Not now, we gon' talk on a later day
What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh
I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks
So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact
She says your sex was whack, 'cause I'd twist her back
And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out)
But when my trees wasn't sellin'
I switch to Jack
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Repeat 1

[Huddy Combs]
Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly
You stay in the thong, I'mma stay where the ice be
Indian givin', got Caribbean women
Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out)
So, dear, front of the billin'
Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop
'cause I'm one of them villain
Cook for me, come open a book for me
Shook the key, your whole look hooked me
With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up
No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon)
See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna f**k me
That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy

Repeat 1 while:
All Out
JM
Can't forget Queen Bee Records
L O X
Money Power & Respect
Ruff Ryder
Yeah, DMX
Can't forget So So Def
Bad Boy
Suave House
Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
Neptune, keep the beat bangin'
Uh, you don't stop
Queen Bee
Junior Mafia
What what what what what
All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out

[Stase]
Yo, yo, I'm the perfect example of a chick that's classy
Flashy, sassy, papparazzi don't harrass me 
Move too swift for y'all chicks to pass me
Anything y'all wanna know, come ask me
How come when I'm in the street or a open place
Everybody scopin' Stase like I got a open case 
Anything you gotta say to me
You can say to me, it's Baby Stase
The more I make, the more they hate 
See, I might as well admit it, everybody wanna hit it
'cause I got a clean record not to mean you see me naked, check it
I don't know what's wrong with these cats
It's 'bout to be a setback in this game called rap, see
I was once told, Harlem World don't fold
We 'bout to drop a flow the world can hold
Seem like while I'm seeing Platinum, everybody sayin' Gold
The world really see what happens when my click unfold

[Mase]
1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

[Blinky Blink]
Yo, Harlem World is who I'm runnin wit (yeah, honeys wit' it)
See the size of my money clip? (Now, I'm on the funny tip)
I know you hate me, hate Mase, 'cause you make papes
And got girls in like 48 states (48 states)
But kickin' the women who wear the straight face
While y'all cats wild out and 'bout to get a rape case
But why player hate? 'cause I sex girls and they say I'm great
You bust one tank, can't even stay awake
Not now, we gon' talk on a later day
What you think? You can hold Blink? Uh uh
I got a gold link with more ice than cold drinks
So, playa get to that, and keep your chick in tact
She says your sex was whack, 'cause I'd twist her back
And everytime I kick my rap, man I stick to facts (All Out)
But when my trees wasn't sellin'
I switch to Jack
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Repeat 1

[Huddy Combs]
Yo, yo, yo, I need a wifee, chipped up lightly
You stay in the thong, I'mma stay where the ice be
Indian givin', got Caribbean women
Willin' to have everything like me and my children (All Out)
So, dear, front of the billin'
Hundreds in the ceiling, tank tops in the drop 
'cause I'm one of them villain
Cook for me, come open a book for me
Shook the key, your whole look hooked me
With her legs tied up, eggs sunny side up
No cash in the stash get that money right up (c'mon, c'mon)
See, all girls love me, can't get nothing from me
I stay in the Mall, spendin' rich chicks' money
Tricked on her friend so her friend wanna f**k me
That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy
W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy

Repeat 1 while:
All Out
JM
Can't forget Queen Bee Records
L O X
Money Power & Respect
Ruff Ryder
Yeah, DMX
Can't forget So So Def
Bad Boy
Suave House
Yeah, kid, Harlem on the rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys
Neptune, keep the beat bangin'
Uh, you don't stop
Queen Bee
Junior Mafia
What what what what what
All Out, All Out, All Out, All Out

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One Big Fiesta

featuring Ma$e

3:22

from Harlem World - The Movement (1999)

[Mase]
1 - We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

We're going to party, fiesta (All Out)
And stay fly, foreva
C'mon, c'mon Harlem World
Can't go wrong

Repeat 1

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Phone Conversation

1:49

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

*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!

Puff's Intro

1:41

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

Same Niggas

5:19

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

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

Repeat 1

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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Stay Out Of My Way

3:50

from Mase - Double Up (1999)

[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

[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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Take What's Yours

featuring Dmx,Dmx

3:46

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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)

*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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The Love You Need

featuring Rashad 작곡:J. Park,M. Betha

4:06

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Hey whats up?
Yo I been tryin' to call you
all day man where you been?
Now it ain't like that he been wit me all day
I been tryin' to call you
Word, umm, really?
Yeah, I got the flowers
you sent me to my job that was beautiful
You like that?
Yeah
Umm, cool, cool so umm
How was your day?
I mean it was kinda hard at the office today
but I got by though
Hey, ok, lets go but I gotta go
he comin' upstairs
Oh word, oh alright ok cool
Hey .. I love you
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
The love you need is already here
Put it in cruise control
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places
I know you, better than you know yourself
And I hold you, higher than I hold myself
And what I told you,
it was just to make you wealth
I try to mold you, but you keep goin' for self
Uh, I had you on such a high pedastal
Did things for you, I said I'd never do
Gave you my hancock, it wasnt legible
And, the love we had, it was incredible
But, you know I had to move on I guess
Somethin' was goin' on,
people was in my lawn
Talkin' on the phone tellin' me
I did you wrong
And that was just not the norm
I see now everything you said,
did you really mean?
Cause everything I said I still mean now
You can make a frown
and all the cryin' sounds
But this is how its goin' down,
I'm tellin' you now
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
The love you need is already here
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is somethin' you could have for years
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if this right here
Is somethin' you could have for years
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
The love you need is already here
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places
Aint it funny how honeys now
Tryin' to find love in the club
Good girl wit a thug and its makin' me bug
They the ones who wanna lose they life
And be wit somebody that'll do them right
Put yellow in they ear, put pink in they wrist
No worldly man would ever think of this
When I'm gone you'll make a wish
You'll dream all the days
you could think of this
I only wanted to make sure
that you had everything I got
Make sure that you had everything thats hot
Since I got it all you could even have
Mansion wit a lab put somethin in your bag
Dont let me, be the one to hold you up
But go tell him, its over now the time is up
Now you know I got a message to the world
I ain't here to mess wit your girl you can relax
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
The love you need is already here
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
The love you need is already here
The love you need is already there
When you need it, I'm gon' be there
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places

Hey whats up? 
Yo I been tryin' to call you 
all day man where you been? 
Now it ain't like that he been wit me all day 
I been tryin' to call you 
Word, umm, really? 
Yeah, I got the flowers 
you sent me to my job that was beautiful 
You like that? 
Yeah 
Umm, cool, cool so umm 
How was your day? 
I mean it was kinda hard at the office today 
but I got by though 
Hey, ok, lets go but I gotta go 
he comin' upstairs 
Oh word, oh alright ok cool 
Hey .. I love you 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
Put it in cruise control
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places 
I know you, better than you know yourself 
And I hold you, higher than I hold myself 
And what I told you, 
it was just to make you wealth 
I try to mold you, but you keep goin' for self 
Uh, I had you on such a high pedastal 
Did things for you, I said I'd never do 
Gave you my hancock, it wasnt legible 
And, the love we had, it was incredible 
But, you know I had to move on I guess 
Somethin' was goin' on, 
people was in my lawn 
Talkin' on the phone tellin' me 
I did you wrong 
And that was just not the norm 
I see now everything you said, 
did you really mean? 
Cause everything I said I still mean now 
You can make a frown 
and all the cryin' sounds 
But this is how its goin' down, 
I'm tellin' you now 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
Tell me what you want from me 
Take a look at what you see 
Let me know if this right here 
Is somethin' you could have for years 
Tell me what you want from me 
Take a look at what you see 
Let me know if this right here 
Is somethin' you could have for years 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
Aint it funny how honeys now 
Tryin' to find love in the club 
Good girl wit a thug and its makin' me bug 
They the ones who wanna lose they life 
And be wit somebody that'll do them right 
Put yellow in they ear, put pink in they wrist 
No worldly man would ever think of this 
When I'm gone you'll make a wish 
You'll dream all the days 
you could think of this 
I only wanted to make sure 
that you had everything I got 
Make sure that you had everything thats hot 
Since I got it all you could even have 
Mansion wit a lab put somethin in your bag 
Dont let me, be the one to hold you up 
But go tell him, its over now the time is up 
Now you know I got a message to the world 
I ain't here to mess wit your girl you can relax 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places

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The Love You Need

featuring Rashad

4:06

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Hey whats up? 
Yo I been tryin' to call you 
all day man where you been? 
Now it ain't like that he been wit me all day 
I been tryin' to call you 
Word, umm, really? 
Yeah, I got the flowers 
you sent me to my job that was beautiful 
You like that? 
Yeah 
Umm, cool, cool so umm 
How was your day? 
I mean it was kinda hard at the office today 
but I got by though 
Hey, ok, lets go but I gotta go 
he comin' upstairs 
Oh word, oh alright ok cool 
Hey .. I love you 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
Put it in cruise control
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love
in all the wrong places 
I know you, better than you know yourself 
And I hold you, higher than I hold myself 
And what I told you, 
it was just to make you wealth 
I try to mold you, but you keep goin' for self 
Uh, I had you on such a high pedastal 
Did things for you, I said I'd never do 
Gave you my hancock, it wasnt legible 
And, the love we had, it was incredible 
But, you know I had to move on I guess 
Somethin' was goin' on, 
people was in my lawn 
Talkin' on the phone tellin' me 
I did you wrong 
And that was just not the norm 
I see now everything you said, 
did you really mean? 
Cause everything I said I still mean now 
You can make a frown 
and all the cryin' sounds 
But this is how its goin' down, 
I'm tellin' you now 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
Tell me what you want from me 
Take a look at what you see 
Let me know if this right here 
Is somethin' you could have for years 
Tell me what you want from me 
Take a look at what you see 
Let me know if this right here 
Is somethin' you could have for years 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
Aint it funny how honeys now 
Tryin' to find love in the club 
Good girl wit a thug and its makin' me bug 
They the ones who wanna lose they life 
And be wit somebody that'll do them right 
Put yellow in they ear, put pink in they wrist 
No worldly man would ever think of this 
When I'm gone you'll make a wish 
You'll dream all the days 
you could think of this 
I only wanted to make sure 
that you had everything I got 
Make sure that you had everything thats hot 
Since I got it all you could even have 
Mansion wit a lab put somethin in your bag 
Dont let me, be the one to hold you up 
But go tell him, its over now the time is up 
Now you know I got a message to the world 
I ain't here to mess wit your girl you can relax 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
The love you need is already here 
The love you need is already there 
When you need it, I'm gon' be there 
Why you wanna look for love 
in all the wrong places

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The Player Way

featuring 8Ball & Mjg,8Ball & Mjg

4:14

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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)

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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Wanna Hurt Mase?

4:23

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

*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)

*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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Wasting My Time

4:01

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

H-world, keep dreaming
Keep working, working, don't stop
Keep working, working, don't stop!
I'm telling you woman
Why you calling me all day if you don't want nothing
If you keep calling me girl, then tell me something
I'm telling you know girl, to be with me ma
It's all or nothing, doing all that fronting
You're wasting my time
Uh, yo
I like the fact you're buggie
To wrapping you're doobie
The way you walk with big bags of Gucci
Forget just buying you rocks, of value block
Them things that you want to shop, I get in stock
And it don't stop there, hellicopter to the lear
M-X black kart, shopper of the year
Around the world and back, with no Visa
I get it so hot in here, it give you feaver
The watch that I'm wearing right now
Made in Genneiva, wavey low ceaser, navy four seater
Girls is snobby, money is my hobby
Cats want to rob me, coupes is wide bodied
So I'm like mami, move down a seat
Next thing I know, hat blew down the street
Never knew we could have life like this
So much dough, it'll put your life at risk
C'mon
I'm telling you woman
Why you calling me all day if you don't want nothing
If you keep calling me girl, then tell me something
(Tell me something)
I'm telling you now girl, to be with me ma
Its all or nothing
(All or nothing)
Doing all that fronting, you're wastin my time
You know everybody loves a star
They love me up close, and love me from a far
Just got another car, matter of fact another "R"
You know my rims same color as the car
Though my life was hard, I made it look easy
You know that we be, out in D.C
Wit Jamal and Gee Gee, sipping fiegi
Rolling in a brand new Bently G.T
And besides, it's my pictures, I'm saved and I'm rich
Sitll the fly chicks see Mel my sidekick
Balling, just with a different calling
Sorry your tone, I speak this fallin
Christion Dior'n, 'til it gets boaring
Leary now, Verizon, can you hear me now
I'm not just on fire, I'm in the zone
By time you call the phone, I'm in a mall in Rome
I'm telling you woman
Why you calling me all day if you don't want nothing
If you keep calling me girl, then tell me something
(Tell me something)
I'm telling you now girl, to be with me ma
Its all or nothing
(All or nothing)
Doing all that fronting, you're wastin my time
Uh, uh!
Jesus, hear's my thesis
Used to want, now they need us
Everything in the club want to please us
Now I'm on T.V., more than Regis
We juss do it with a big budget
Like 9-1-1 wit the rubbish
I ain't got to go in the club to be discovered
Might not know what a thug is, but I know what love is
Love ain't weak, love ain't deep
And love wanna see you more than once a week
And love ain't cheap, love don't creap
Love ain't a freak, and love don't want to run the streets
And this is how we operate
Love is the oppisite of hate
And love is no demand
So you need to understand
It won't take your man
Its just a comand
C'mon
I'm telling you woman
Why you calling me all day if you don't want nothing
If you keep calling me girl, then tell me something
(Tell me something)
I'm telling you now girl, to be with me ma
Its all or nothing, doing all that fronting
You're wastin my time
H-world, keep dreaming (You're wasting my time)
Keep working, working, don't stop
Keep working, working, don't stop (You're wasting my time)
Keep working, working, don't stop
Keep working, working, don't stop (You're wasting my time)
Keep working, working, don't stop
Keep working, working, don't stop

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Wasting My Time

작곡:M. Betha,R. Gerongco,S. Gerongco

4:01

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

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Watch Your Back

0:57

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

Welcome Back

4:22

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Welcome back, welcome back Welcome back..
Weclome back Oh! Oh
Yeah man, how you doin'
You good? I know you like that
I know you like that Oh
How long you been back man?
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome back
I see the girls in the club,
they gettin' wild for me
And all the pretty chicks
all wanna smile at me
These rap cats man they all
got they style from me
And if I ever seen them then
they probably bow to me
And when this beat
drop I know they gon' lean
World debut, I know they gon' fiend
Everything, Mississippi to the Palm Springs
Girls from brunettes down to blonde queens
These young boys don't know
what a don mean
I'm just a bad boy gone clean
I'm the diamond chain choker,
always remain sober
Don't drink liquor and all the games over
Need a plane, I explain it to my broker
Three bots in the hood top down,
it ain't nova My homie
You know there's more man
where that come from
Me and Kunta Love rollin' back to back in one
See the names have all changed
since I been around
But the game ain't the same since I left out
Ooh you know we need ya,
ooh you know we need ya
Right here's where we need ya,
right here's where we need ya
Welcome back..
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
You know you like that
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back
See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly
I win so much,
they wanna know who I'm coached by
Everyday approached by chicks
when I was on top
Wanna give me sosa, but I'm like don't try
I see the hisses and the disses when I go by
But see the misses on my wristses
when I float by
Self control, and I can't tell you no lie
Tryin' to find a soulmate,
you end up being so tired
I make my money man without the coca
Livin' the vida without the loca
I'm down south so they show me country love
And I ain't even country thug
The people give me daps and hugs,
so it must be love
And I love the country grub
It feel good to hear people
singing welcome back
And I ain't even sellin' the track,
cause I'm that Harlem cat
See the names have all changed
since I been around
But the game ain't the same since I left out
Ooh you know we need ya,
ooh you know we need ya
Right here's where we need ya,
right here's where we need ya
Welcome back..
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back
See the names have all
changed since I been around
But the game ain't the same since I left out
Ooh you know we need ya,
ooh you know we need ya
Right here's where we need ya,
right here's where we need ya
Welcome back..
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Betha's back
Welcome back, welcome back,
Harlem's back

Welcome back, welcome back Welcome back.. 
Weclome back Oh! Oh
Yeah man, how you doin' 
You good? I know you like that 
I know you like that Oh
How long you been back man? 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome back 
I see the girls in the club, 
they gettin' wild for me 
And all the pretty chicks 
all wanna smile at me 
These rap cats man they all 
got they style from me 
And if I ever seen them then 
they probably bow to me 
And when this beat 
drop I know they gon' lean 
World debut, I know they gon' fiend 
Everything, Mississippi to the Palm Springs 
Girls from brunettes down to blonde queens 
These young boys don't know 
what a don mean 
I'm just a bad boy gone clean 
I'm the diamond chain choker, 
always remain sober 
Don't drink liquor and all the games over 
Need a plane, I explain it to my broker 
Three bots in the hood top down, 
it ain't nova My homie
You know there's more man 
where that come from 
Me and Kunta Love rollin' back to back in one 
See the names have all changed 
since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
You know you like that 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly 
I win so much, 
they wanna know who I'm coached by 
Everyday approached by chicks 
when I was on top 
Wanna give me sosa, but I'm like don't try 
I see the hisses and the disses when I go by 
But see the misses on my wristses 
when I float by 
Self control, and I can't tell you no lie 
Tryin' to find a soulmate, 
you end up being so tired 
I make my money man without the coca 
Livin' the vida without the loca 
I'm down south so they show me country love 
And I ain't even country thug 
The people give me daps and hugs, 
so it must be love 
And I love the country grub 
It feel good to hear people 
singing welcome back 
And I ain't even sellin' the track, 
cause I'm that Harlem cat 
See the names have all changed 
since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
See the names have all 
changed since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back

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Welcome Back

작곡:John Sebastian

4:22

from Mase - Welcome Back (2004)

Welcome back, welcome back Welcome back.. 
Weclome back Oh! Oh
Yeah man, how you doin' 
You good? I know you like that 
I know you like that Oh
How long you been back man? 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome back 
I see the girls in the club, 
they gettin' wild for me 
And all the pretty chicks 
all wanna smile at me 
These rap cats man they all 
got they style from me 
And if I ever seen them then 
they probably bow to me 
And when this beat 
drop I know they gon' lean 
World debut, I know they gon' fiend 
Everything, Mississippi to the Palm Springs 
Girls from brunettes down to blonde queens 
These young boys don't know 
what a don mean 
I'm just a bad boy gone clean 
I'm the diamond chain choker, 
always remain sober 
Don't drink liquor and all the games over 
Need a plane, I explain it to my broker 
Three bots in the hood top down, 
it ain't nova My homie
You know there's more man 
where that come from 
Me and Kunta Love rollin' back to back in one 
See the names have all changed 
since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
You know you like that 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly 
I win so much, 
they wanna know who I'm coached by 
Everyday approached by chicks 
when I was on top 
Wanna give me sosa, but I'm like don't try 
I see the hisses and the disses when I go by 
But see the misses on my wristses 
when I float by 
Self control, and I can't tell you no lie 
Tryin' to find a soulmate, 
you end up being so tired 
I make my money man without the coca 
Livin' the vida without the loca 
I'm down south so they show me country love 
And I ain't even country thug 
The people give me daps and hugs, 
so it must be love 
And I love the country grub 
It feel good to hear people 
singing welcome back 
And I ain't even sellin' the track, 
cause I'm that Harlem cat 
See the names have all changed 
since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
See the names have all 
changed since I been around 
But the game ain't the same since I left out 
Ooh you know we need ya, 
ooh you know we need ya 
Right here's where we need ya, 
right here's where we need ya 
Welcome back.. 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Betha's back 
Welcome back, welcome back, 
Harlem's back

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What You Want

featuring Total

4:03

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

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)

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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White Girl

0:53

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

Will They Die For You

featuring Puff Daddy & Lil' Kim

4:05

from Mase - Harlem World (1997)

*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)

*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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