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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 |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything *Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh *Repeat (x2) Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. *Repeat (x2) Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mase - Double Up (1999)
[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, Here we go one more time, For all you ballers and ballette's out there, The saga continues, We took a little break, But we back now, It's our turn now The first up to bat, Is that nigga... They call... MASE Yeah, you heard me right... MASE Yeah, and if you don't believe it, Double Up motherfuckers Let's go |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Mase - Double Up (1999)
[Intro]
What, what What, what, what (H-World) What, what, what (All Out) What, what, what, what, what (Take it back to the streets, mutha fucka) What, what, what, what, what Yo, this for my niggas in the streets (What what what what) Foreign cars and the jeeps (What what what what) Make about a fuckin' million in a week (What what what what) When I can't forget that we all still street Yo, yo You know a nigga that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin' A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a collision Bound to be in prison, or bound to pop a mission So if you got dogs, nigga, let 'em go If a mob fuckin' truck right, let 'em know We got the same guns that you got, but better though And next time we in some shit nigga, you will know See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down And I stand over your head, like look at you now And the kids in the parks start lookin' around Like, "Mommy come here, look, look, look what we found" Wit' me it's more intense, nigga So if you ain't goin' hard, stay on the bench, nigga And you know when I come, I leave no prints nigga And when you die, it won't be at my expense nigga Nigga, nigga 1 - Yo, you ain't as smart as you think And I know you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your home Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think And I know you ain't as smart as you think (Take it back to the streets) You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you think you on the low Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you think Yo, yo Not only do I know the rights, I know the wrongs Mo' money, mo' bitches, yeah, you know the song And if you claim you a nigga that know me long And you should know I'mma die with my Rolley on I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp And every bitch in every state know Mase is the pimp See I'm unlike the ones who fail you, when I know where you Live, I'mma send my kid to take care of you I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you I'd tie something up if I wanted to scare you Make it where your own shadow won't stand near you And they send the trauma unit to come repair you Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin' reservoir With your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car Who you are Repeat 1 Yo, yo You can't never love a man so much you can't doubt him Let him know certain shit you gotta do without him And if ya got guns, don't leave home without it You gon' kill a man, there's ways to go about it See I never kill a man, and I do it vainly I won't ever let a mutha fucka know I'm angry Cuz when I get caught and they come arraign me It be a surprise witness that come to hang me I figure, if I'mma do it, I'mma do it my way Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday Then Sunday, I'mma meet 'em on the highway See where his exit is and keep it movin' Monday I'm off the exit All I wanna find out is where the complex is And by Tuesday I'm sittin' in the complexes All I wanna find out is where the address is And by Wednesday, it just so happen you get shot in the knee A nigga tried to run away and dropped the key Now you in the hospital, not critical Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block wit' you Friday hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you Need somebody help you with your leg, got your bitch wit' chu Soon as you get home and put the key in the door Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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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 |
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from Mase - Double Up (1999)
And welcome back from that commercial break
Um I found out some please ladies and gentlemen Hold your applause please can you hold your applause I found out something very interesting The mad producer, he's not really that mad Uh he well Mr. Producer can you please tell us Why you're not really that mad? Eh eh eh yo would I be tellin you shit though? You can't be you know what I'm sayin Eh eh eh Yo word up TV you know what I'm sayin what's up for real Gentlemen please Yo I gotta tell you something for real What up? What up? The niggaz got chedda dog and I did a track on Mase's album And I ain't gonna lie Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real The niggaz don't you know what I'm say they be raisin.. Naw son naw I'm sorry dog for real yo but Man dog! That kid Mase be doin his thing yo What you mean he be doin his thing I know they be doin their..what What I don't be doin my thing Millie Vanilli did they thing New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul all them bitches and everybody else did they thing And you ain't do no tracks on them what happened to my track? You give 'em my shit? You gave 'em my shit? You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects you give how could you do that I'm the jolliest nigga you know son How could you do that to me son? Damn!! |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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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!) |
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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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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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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:] |
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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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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 |
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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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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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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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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 |
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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.) |
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from Mase - Harlem World (1997)
Hmm, yeah
The year is 1997 The place: New York, New York, big city of dreams Harlem U.S.A., hundred and tenth street, 1-25th, 8th Avenue 7th Avenue, Lenox, Polo Grounds, Hundred 45th street, Hundred 12th street, Hun' 35th street This is the birthplace, of that nigga, they call Mase This is where he resides at This is his world Harlem World And this is his story A story of... life, death, sex, drugs, happiness Jealousy, envy, reality This is his world... Harlem World... Harlem World... Harlem World... |
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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 |
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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) |
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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!! |
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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) |
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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) |
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from Mase - Harlem World (1997)
I told them I was gonna give them a call on the phone
Nigga I'ma get them on the phone, tell you they bad though Put on your clothes nigga, we might have to go out there Aight, it's rining, let me do the talkin Let me put you on the phone Hello? Hello, can I speak to Julie? Speaking Julie, you remember my man you was askin for last night? Yeah Yeah, I got him here with me. He's sittin right next to me You got Ma$e? Yeah I'ma put him on the phone Becky, pick up the phone Yeah, tell Becky to pick up the phone Hello? Hi Becky Hi, how are you? I'm fine, how are you? Fine Aight, so Becky & Julie, I'd like you to meet Ma$e. Ma$e? Ma$e? Yeah, what up? Oh my God This isn't really Ma$e. It's Ma$e. This is Ma$e Oh my God Where you at? No I'm at Harlem World 125th Street, Apollo? Yeah Where all the abandon buildings are? Yeah Oh cool Oh wow. This is not Ma$e |
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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) |
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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) |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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) |
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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! |
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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 |
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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] |
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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 |
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from Mase - Harlem World (1997)
This Mase, what up?
Yo Mase I'ma make this short and to the point I'm a fan of yours, you know, my kids like you, they dance to you You know we like what's goin on wit you All I'm sayin is don't give my girl your number no more What? Don't give my girl your number no more man Who your girl B? Listen man listen You wild easy to get son, you know what I'm saying I've been to jail twice man and I'm not scared and I love and I want go back You understand what I'm saying? So, don't give my girl your number no more man Come on B wit all that yo When the smoke clears man, Puff Daddy and all them niggaz you runnin with man They ain't gonna be there man and niether will you man So I'ma close it off like that bee you know what I'm sayin Whatever B I'ma leave it like that son Aight man |
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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) |
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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 |
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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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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!) |
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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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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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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:] |
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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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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 |
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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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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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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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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 |
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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] |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (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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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 |
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from Harlem World - The Movement (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 |
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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* |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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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 |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat. Mase & Lil' Kim)
Mase (talking): Just show me the Bounce J, once I get the bounce, I'mma be good. Niggas gon' hate me I get that. Then I'll have everything J.D. (overlapping Mase) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with Mase Now I know you love my lazy flow but here come my crazy flow Do this shit 'cause it make me dough do it again to make me more Rich is only way to go givin' you what you pay me for What you lookin' shady for? Bitch you ain't got my baby hoe. Top down 64 radio AC blow They peep though think that automatically 'cause this nigga roll with Puff Daddyo he gotta be ridin' in a B-E-N-T-L-E but why? Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it wanna come & put ya two in it wanna ruin it see me pursuin' it & wanna spend what's mine First you wouldn't give me the time now you gotta get in line Think that Mase gon' trick a dime you out ya fuckin' mind See I'm bout it bout it now is you with it with it? Bitch I don't care how you get ya dough you get it get it Now you can't claim to be a pimp & then go be committed Just like you hit it hit it man another nigga don' hit it uhhh J.D. (Chorus) Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride & fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high That's two things in life that you just don't mess with Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with (Repeat) J.D. Hoes know to fuck with me & they'll be set fo' life lookin' nice sex right livin' in my paradise I been makin' millions since I was young & still clockin' still rockin' hoe hoppin' showin' all y'all niggas how it's done You know So So sell copies like Kinko's so ya better bend before ya go saying too much shit 'cause all I'm about is makin' dough & makin' mo' keepin' my glow sho nuff unlike yo' stuff I make the shit that keep 'em runnin' to the sto' Swappin' drop tops on the regular spittin' game on the cellular If I meet a hoe and the hoe ain't tryin' to fuck then the hell with her I'm tellin' ya Shit we do ya can't erase took a little change of pace me & Mase for the niggas that hate we still up in yo' fuckin' face. Chorus Lil' Kim Uhh Now why the fuck you keep blamin' me? You the one that try to shoot game to me Thug ass bitch you claim to be y'all hoes never meant a thang to me Frontin' ass niggas want to roll with us go with us spend a little dough with us got a crush hush on this slim chick with the wet lips & the set hips Too much smoke in the Lex' whip can't pick who I wanna sex with got more weed than a li'l bit Hydro ain't no bullshit Then I come through in the 6 drop me & Li'l Cease doin' the Wop Infrared clips filled to the top y'all niggas need to stop C-Can I say it again say it again? Better come through with a little more win B.I.G. is a slogan R.I.P. 'til I see ya again Ain't no tellin' in this life of sin how much dough you got to spend Take so long you got to bend Grab yo' man snatch yo' bitch fill them flames with them clips When the cops come stash the Indo better throw the weed up out the window Wannabe clowns got jokes ain't shit funny play y'all niggas like dummies click-click Show me the Money!! Chorus |
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