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[Mase]

How 'my complain, na?

When I'm as pretty as my father?

And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)

That know each other (yeah)

Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it

If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it

See cats in the club, it's just music

Thieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved it

I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it

Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it

I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it

Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it

Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it

I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"

You know I hide B's on it

Come on B.S. and leave on it

Get 50 grand and breathe on it

Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it

Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it

Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw

Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor

If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more

Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw

While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar

So I greet them like the chicken they are

Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car

Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law

Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you

So all them cowards wanna ride with you

They either die with you, or lie cripple

Mess with me, now why would you?

Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple

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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?)

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[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

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Come on, Come on