MA$E Lyrics
MA$E Lyrics
Mase's "Harlem World"
1. Puff's Intro --- 2.
Do You Wanna Get $ --- 3. Take What's Yours --- 4.
Mad Rapper
5. Will They Die 4 You? --- 6. Lookin'
At Me --- 7. White Girl --- 8. Love
U So --- 9. The Player Way
10. Hater --- 11. Niggaz Wanna Act
--- 12. Feel So Good --- 13. What You
Want --- 14. Phone Conversation
15. Cheat On You --- 16. 24 Hrs.
To Live --- 17. I Need To Be --- 18.
Watch Your Back
19. Wanna Hurt Mase? --- 20. Jealous
Guy
Spoken Intro (Puff Daddy)
Hmm, yeah
The year is 1997
The place: New York, New York, big city of dreams
Harlem U.S.A., 110th street, 1-25th, 8th Avenue
7th Avenue, Lenox, Polo Grounds, 145th street, 112th street,
135th 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...
Verse One: Mase
Uh, uh, come on, uh
It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to my demo
Now want they ass in my limo cause now I'm a sex symbol
Intercontinental, LA airplay, just like Jay Leno
Now all the labels out wanna send a memo
To do a remix yo, but Mase say N.O.
Figure once I make it, they 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 nigga tape on blast, I laugh
Figure his days passed, 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 no longer hope I'll blow, smoke my droll
On a yacht, nigga fuck a boat that roll
Chorus:
With all this money that we can make,
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
With all this money that we can make
Why y'all cats wanna play' hate?
Do you wanna get money with us?
Do you wanna, do you wanna get money with us?
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, the reality of it all, lay by, can't ball
If you had currency, you wouldn't be worryin' 'bout me
But see, I could go the whole summer, go Hummer
But I'd rather go Lex bubble, cause it's less trouble
Make my dough and I just stack, no investment
I live of just that
Money, holes and clothes is 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
My hot jams yo, tell bi-coastal
If you want a hit you can let me coach you
Money bag on anything that got my vocals
This is so true, I do what pros do,
Cause broke ain't a stage that I'm tryin' to go to
Dealers give me credit any place I go to
Drive out in the Benz say 'that makes owe you'
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
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, cause see
The things that went 3 mil, I didn't even like that
You say you got mad hoes, well where's she 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
Cause Mase is hot and Mase got a drop
And a yacht and a big knot to move you and yo moms
Off the block
For real though, Mase got real doe
That be in briefcases cats cue fo'
And since you can't beat us, it's best you join us
Cause I know you wan' have just all that's on us
Chorus till end
Verse One: Mase
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, guy thorough
Die over dinero, hit everything in the tri-barrel
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
And I'ma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for sure
And I'ma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before
You stay your place
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, cause you can't pay the note
Fuck the side I'm way beyond top, Mercedes drop
Black 380's cocked, till the day I get knocked
All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly
And bust my waist, so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me
Word from the wise, niggaz 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
Chorus: DMX
Niggaz wanna shout, I'ma make noise
Niggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gonna' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
Niggaz wanna shout, I'ma make noise
Niggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gonna take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
Verse Two: Mase
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 borned into cream
If a nigga get sheist then we form as a team
Bullshit if you want and it be on for this cream.
The weatherman don't even know the storm I'ma bring
But yo, I'm not the man, with ***
So before you grab gats to jack, remember that
You take doe from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you gon' spend it at?
When clicks come to brawl, everything got hit, fall
Niggaz play sick wid y'all, but we ain't sick at all
No matter how big or small, I get rid of y'all
The shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all
Chorus
Verse three: Mase
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 Jeep flip, classy criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splat for the minimal
We never mess up, be in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut, pissed from getting left stuff
I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one Duke
And I ain't puffin' off a nigga or my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggaz gun proof
Watch them niggaz drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggaz head gushin'
You niggaz talkin' 'bout guns like you said somthin
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, one in your trap, one in your cap
Chorus
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?
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 projects
you give how could you do that
How could you do that to me son? Damn!!
Yeah, how many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to like to pal with you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
While I'ma 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 streets, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never glaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bicit an the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Wanna war, you niggaz better bring yo 4
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 hoe, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggaz take heed of this
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, if you down to act, we can to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggaz 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 gets on gone with
My own niggaz, 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 niggaz album go on the shelf
Disrespect a spin
Like a man below yo belt
Me, I always have, 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 cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil' Kim
Motherfuckin' right I'ma 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 y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Little Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 44, 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, niggaz listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, dazzle dip in 3D***
Peep the steedy, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I keeps 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 ya enter
So why should I throw my blows and doughs
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't to many niggaz that I'd die for
Chorus
Intro: Puff Daddy
(why you over there lookin' at me)
(why my girl standin' here)
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like?
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
And I'm with my honey
You got, well you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
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 niggaz
Dig?
Verse One: Puff Daddy
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 draws
In a stretch Lex with about ten doors?
How is murder?
P Ditty, 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
Niggaz on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Undercover by Donny Brascoe
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, I can't get mad cause you lookin' me
Aha, cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear
This and every year, but they better listen here
You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own
Cause bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone
Plus it wont be long till they send me tha thong
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
Cause 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, 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
Cause Mase will hit it, you gotta deal with it
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
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 I'm 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? that's right
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, cause wifey's with me
Chorus
No Lyrics Yet…
Verse One: Mase
Yo, now hum all you want to and all the cymbal hits
Move, Cooter love, straight out the tenements
Drop the joint, Puff Dad just finished it
Would it 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
One Gritz, don't forget, ***
Chill with the fellas that I came in it with
Buy 'em all minks before december hit
Player like Mase revoke your membership
Cause this a baller club that come with benefits
They remenisce when lady used to dis
Now everywhere we go all the ho's generous
The must think Mase is on the rush ***
Dusty denim tip, ***
Chorus:
Ooh Mase I love you so, never ever ever gonne let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you
Ooh Mase I love you so, never ever ever gonne let you go
I hope you feel the same way too
Verse Two: Mase
Uh, uh, now ladies say he has this
Tendancy to be a ass' of girls who put key scratches
On brand new Coups or E-classes
Jet for y'all, before I do a federal charge
Name incorporated, no problem gettin' caused
Whole entourage in the ***
When you very large, never spend cheddar: you charge
Get my daily menage, Halle Berry 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 trick kid, if you work her right
I'ma click bubble, why you wish me trouble, so hard?
Bad Boy gonna have to shit you double
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
Yo, if you never had a man than why try me?
Niggaz outta town wanna learn my G
Understand me, the baller I be
Need about three pages in caller ID
When I come around, all the waitress get tippo
Wanna serve Poppy, hummer, big tipper
Leave the restroom about six strippers
Don't watch me, flip up your zipper
I'ma 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 ready seen Mase in the gold 8
I really think it's time that you relocate
Chorus
Verse One:
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Memphis, *** around the world and than back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practisin'
I flip a Benz, *** and plenty Benjamins
Lo key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby, I got all the herbs that I need ***
Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggaz in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I mean lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have ya mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh
Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
And *** to tap boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
Chorus:
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 ho's
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
Verse Two: Mase
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look see, my niggaz rock, height 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 talk by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you *** 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, niggaz 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 to your thermal, you know crazy
Chorus
Verse Three:
I've been waiting 20 minutes baby
Now ***
And do something outstandin' with yo ***
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 ***
Front like they real and hold a fake in
You wastin' the time
Serious ballers and ready ho's, got da women walkin'
*** on da strip with steady toes
As I pull up, *** the big and natural expertise
Plenty money workin' for ***
Whoever next to me ***
I'm straight up *** it's time for a replacement
Chorus
No Lyrics Yet…
Yo, check this out right, Harlem on
da rise.
And you don't want no problem with us guys.
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
And ya let me, Bad Boy, niggaz ain't ready
Verse One:
Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the crack
Sling some to niggaz on the corner holdin' the gats
Nigga come through or nigga kill, never blow back
You the nigga never did seem to know all the facts
Yo I know niggaz like you cause I meet 'em all the time
And I treat 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I lose I get loc, put I full 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 seeds an start squeezin'
Niggaz 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're even
I'm from a cold world, head bleedin , 20 degrees in Fahrenheit
Niggaz get sniped for no reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggaz do anything to anyone
And on the streets sound out gunned
So when you talk to Mase better watch ya mouth son
Chorus: Busta Rhymes
Yo, if niggaz wanna act we can act
You niggaz wanna scrap, we can scrap
You niggaz got gats, we got gats
You niggaz wanna style, we style
If you get foul, we get foul
You get wild, we get wild
Verse Two:
Yo, started with a blue whip, got a silver new whip
Cause feds watch when I do shit, keep poppin' up new shit
Think the whole Harlem World on some clue shit
We Crys bub sippers, *** club niggers
Peace to the street team, y'all get love niggaz
Six years ago I was the have not nigga, hot nigga
Represent for all my block niggaz
Now I'm 6 drop niggaz, *** rock niggaz
10 G's a show and I ain't even drop niggaz
Shock niggaz who thought I was a pop nigga
You go against Mase yuo get your wig rocked nigga!
Payers like me'll leave your whole block bitter
Roll hard like when I see the bank *** nigga
Hustle is a hustle, so I never knock a nigga
Don't really fuck with ***, but still I cop jigga
Chorus
Verse Three:
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 line in every category
Niggaz say they love me, they don't love me
I know deep down they wanna slug me
I feel a vibe when they hug me
Luckily I rock jewels that be chuckie over Iceberg rugbie
Pushin' a Benz buggie, for better badge
*** fever for notes
So ***
Little niggaz seated in coach
I mean, uhm, think it's smaller than the weed in my roach
*** my smoke
The niggaz ain't cheap; they broke
Oh yeah, this my doe year
Jealousy and envy'll get you nowhere
You don't like me, bet against me
You right, got doe do whatever you like
I get front row seats on the night of the fight
My Roley too tight *** loossen my ice
And 'for I scoop the dice, bet a grand I be the ***
Niggaz who'll make doe, I can affily with 'em
I'm dyin' from a sickness known as Willie-ism
Chorus/outro
You ready Mase?Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to
Yeah, uh-huh
First Verse:
Yo, what you know about goin out?
Head wet, red Lex
TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up
Ride into
Bigger truck
Peace all
Glittered up
Sticker kid
Nigga what? Jig with the cut
Sip Cris, spit it up
Hoes ride, get your nut
Till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'ma hit everything, from Cancun to man's tomb
Why you standin' on the wall?
Hangin' 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 fresh clothes
Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, but gats in my Rolls
Reck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy an E, get a key, to the Lex
To hold, East, West, every state
Come on, bury the hate
Millions the only thing
We in the area to make
Better friend or ex-friend
In a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin
Bring this BS to an end
Come on
Chorus:
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
You know you make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if U could
Verse Two:
You can't understand, we be
Ride kinky, 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 started seing cars
Cause they alternate
So while you daydream
Mama's city gleam
And I deal with hoes
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 ball
Six cars in power
The five big stars
Phillip, C, O, Chaz smokin' on cigars
Niggar
It's like ya'll
Be talkin' funny
I don't understand language
In people with short money
Come on
Chorus
Verse Three:
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 nuthin' 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 nuthin domestic
And I chill
They way you met me
With a jet ski
Attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle
No mad rap
Ask Cat
Where my check be?
Problem with ya'll
I say it directly
Went from hard to sweeps
Started 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
Chorus 5X
Total:
Tell me what you want (repeat 5x)
Chorus:
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if it's right here
Something you can have for years
Tell me what you want from me
Take a look at what you see
Let me know if it's right here
Something you can have for years
Mase:
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 lik me cause my status
I don't wanna see you with a cat rich living average
I wanna do my thing so we be established
And I don't want you rocking in Paris
I will give you karats till you feel youa rabbit
Anything in your path if you want you can have
Walk through the mall, if you like you can grab
Total it all up and out it on my tab
Then tell all your friends all the fun you had
Chorus
Mase:
Hey Mama, why don'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 botta
There go the limit to my casha
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 gonna do you propa
Girl I can tell you was meant for me
I can tell by the way you was sent for me
While I'm on tour trying to make them centuries
And they ask who your man you better mention me
If you dont you know you got a problems
If you want no beef girlfriend dont start none
And it just so happens that I'm seing cash
Cause you messed up a lot just trying to be phat
And I aint gonna ask who smashed the E-Class
Pull up to the rib with the whole front crashed
Now you wanna laugh and think thats the past
If you ever lie again that will be your ass
Chorus
Mase:
Now the more you treat me royal I adore you
That's why I dont 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 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
Can't get to loud got respect for you honey
But keep it all real you come second to my money
Can you be my ghetto love prophecy?
Everybody love you girl not just me
And I know you really care a lot for me
I want to see you happy even if it's not with me
Chorus fades
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Yo, yo
Yo, if you gonna hit niggaz girl, just expect niggaz to hit your girl
And that's it
112 help me say
Chorus: 112
She got with you and
She already had me
Why would she cheat on you
Why would she cheat on you
She got with you and
She already had me
Why would she cheat on you
Why would she cheat on you
Verse One: Mase
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 of inner sheets blaze plenty freaks
Be the bad boy everybody wanna meet
Practice what I preach, never caught when I cheat
If I didn't work late, I say I was wit my peeps
And quick to tell a hoe, yo I didn'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
Chorus
Verse Two: Lil' Cease
Ain't nobody hotter than the jam, don dada
Been around the world with girls at Ramada
Never been the wanted chick, lotta scotta, protta
And yo when Cease got a girl he gotta
Though I love to get a girl that keep her doobie fly
39 in my Benz them niggaz and super size them
Girl talk slick but I see through the lies
You don't got TV, whatcha mean who am I
If I knew what you knew, you wouldn't be givin the pearls
If you know that she cheap why you live with the girl
Have your cats come live in my world
Cause you couldn't picture another nigga hittin your girl
Chorus
Verse Three: Jay-Z
Is it because my game is stronger, name last longer
On the brain like a whole eighth became
Chicks out mesmerize rub up on they tetas
Like push up bras, who you dealin with ma, jigga
You know the rawest, ice is flawless baby
Nice is lawless, recite for ballest
And I fools y'all fake players every time
Cause you only hit chicks that you think is mine
You know I paid his due, but I'm unfatable
Mommi 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 doe
We can lay for tonight but in the mornin
I get Shirley Murrdock, I hope your door slam lock, I'm gone
Chorus
Outro: Mase
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, your a fool if you think girls don't cheat
(Puffy)
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hours to live .. what would you do
thats some deep shit right there
alot of pressure, how would you handle it ?
Mase .. what would you do ??
(Mase)
yo, I'd turn out all the hoes (??)(??) sexual
I'd smack conceded niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that i never new
and show him how i look in my biretta too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
show them what they could if they never settle
take every white kid from high class level
show them what Christmas like, runned up in the ghetto
teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
give blunts to them niggas under massive stress,
give every bum on the street cash to invest
and hope harlem world blow any last requests
(1 lox)
yo, if i had 24 hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
i'd probably eat some fried chicken,
and drink (in there??) tucked
then go get a job and grants, son
and make sure i leave my mother the money
to take care of grandson
load the 3 power, hop in the Eddie Beuer
and go give all 6 to that pop who sold me flower
get a fresh Barbie, make a few calls
shop at the mall, shoot a little ball
have all of my bitches in one telly
at the same time spread it out on different floors
and I'm gonna play lotto, for what ?
even though I aint gonna be here tomorrow
so what, so what
(Black Rob)
You know when i was close to the ledge
id probably be in the west, with this bad Spanish mommy
right in between my legs, then im off to get coke
and smoke one of them dreads, get that bitch some 89
and whats up to the feds
thought of momma, wrote her a note
we aint close, dont like her boyfriend
so i'll put one in his throat
fuck around, sniff a ounce of raw
bust some (??), of course pull out my dick
and take a piss on the floor
jump in the whip, get them cats i wanted to get
since the tavern on the green robbery in 86'
went home took a shower, in ice cold water
and spend my last hours with my son and my daughter
(Puffy) CHORUS
if you had 24 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 your ass deny that yo ass about to die
(x2)
(2 Lox)
what, aiyo, if i had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
run up in the spot (??)
put one in his head at the door
for the times that i payed for 20 and he gave me 12
the other 8 had to be baking soda by itself
so pappi fuck you, you dead now im off to the bank
with those bricks in a book bag, a stolen Jag i just grabbed
run in there, grab the bank teller with the pretty face,
fuck her in the safe, and have her take me to my place
?
for my son to have the same shit his pops just had
and when im down to 23, ima be strapped in TNT
run up in City Hall and take the judges with me
(3 Lox)
24 hours to live, I'd probably die on the 5th
run in the station squeezing the inf
i'be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
styles on his shed, i got (???)
back to the 24, im shoot niggas that i hate
in their face while they eatin'
on the job robbing every so called Don
give the money to my mom and tell her that I'm gone
i would school my little brother that niggas mean no harm
you should learn to tell the future without reading palms
when they come shootin bullets you prepared with the bomb
so fuck being violent, get stocks and bonds
(DMX)
24 left, until my death, im gonna waist alot of lives
but i'll cherish every breath
i already know where im going, but ima send you there 1st
and with the shit that i be doing, ima send you there worse
i been living with a curse, but now its all bout to end
bout before i go say hello to my little friend
but i gots to make it right, make at side with my mother
try to explain to my son, to my girl i love her
see (??) under the coat, snatch up my dog
?
turn into a fog
out with a bang, you will remember my name
i wanted to live forever but this was the (famine?)
Chorus
Yo Cardow 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?
Chorus:
I really wanna mess wit you
But I ain't ready to have sex wit you
And I don't mind messin 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
Cause I need to be, Cause I need to be
Verse One: Mase
How many niggaz remember I thee
First time you try to take a girl virginity
And through the bullshit, you lost your identity, lost your cool
Cause you didn't know what to tell all your niggaz at school
I had niggaz making bets like did he fuck her yet
Ask her did he touch her bra, when I say nah they say ahh
So tommor I use that pressure to undress her
But the more I caress her, more I feel like a molester
So I wait for they deserve it
But every time I go to touch it, then she say I hurt it
I can't even talk sex, 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 to fast
Ohh I'm seatin when I'm eating, .....in your ass
I guess you like that, huh
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Now mother may I, Yes you may
I told her about all the baddest bitches from Harlem to LA
Now anything that Mase and Blaze gotta get away
See girl work is work and baby when I'm workin I get paid
For overnight stays thats gonna cost you breakfast on trays
No need for shower curtains, we bathe .....
I live the willie life cause that's the style that I betray
We pop Cristal like my niggaz got a raise
See nowadays man you got to know these bitches age
Cause the ass be real fat when they be goin through that phase
You fuck a girl thats young, and you gonna end up in the cage
Cause your 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 her knees
And I never eat pussy cause I'm too stubborn in my ways, come on
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
I need to be lit 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 and 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 it good if I ask her to 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 she give my dick a kiss, probably give her clit a kiss
Then I hit it from the back, then I yell whos 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
chorus to fade
No Lyrics Yet…
No Lyrics Yet…
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'ma need 112 and Puff, to help me explain how I feel
So come on fellas, help me out
Ladies, There's jealous guys in our town, oh baby (repeat twice)
Mase:
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
Ladies, There's jealous guys in our town, oh baby (repeat twice)
Puffy:
check this out
Girl I really hope you find a new lover
Cause 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 ya do
And think that we'll be standing here fightin 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
Ladies, There's jealous guys in our town, oh baby (repeat twice)
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
Ladies, There's jealous guys in our town, oh baby (repeat twice)
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 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 y'all
I really don't wanna see no more jealous guys at the end of this song y'all
So can y'all sing along with me
I mean put your hands together
sing along y'all , sing along everybody
I just really wanna come and let you know
girl you just got to let them go cause
there jealous guys, jealous guys, And I'll tell, I'll tell
And it's gonna show ,love is gonna show
it's gonna show, oh baby it's gonna show oh oh
(repeat)
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
God bless and good night
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