Aiyo dawg for real I'm your man

But you got to address sumthin

Cuz now you even got chics talkin

[Mase]

Dawg Dawg

You know somebody swung on me or cut me

[Male voice]

No but I'm sayin

[Mase]

You know niggas pulled a gun on me or robbed me

[Male voice]

Cmon

[Mase]

Is they stoppin my money

[Male Voice]

Oh hell no

[Mase]

Then it ain't no problem here

C'mon man I ain't wit that man

Just throw my beat back on

C'mon c'mon c'mon

What what what

Yo yo yo you know my mission ain't complete

Till I hit the city wit a 600 jeep

Hard ass nigga from All out you wanna meet

Hash in the dash wit heat under the seat

Chase cake 52 states straight but still ain't nothin sweet

I took a year off to let you young niggas eat

Everybody wit me want bucks

Walk around platinum linked up wit money like green trucks

Shit it get too hot Puff put the minks up

Come back in the summertime

Like Fuck it its summertime

All Out tattoo's over wife beaters

Get mail branson never buy reefer

Benny 5 seater it's all for real

First rapper to close down a mall wit a mill

The clothes, the hoes, the cars to flaunt

Press the money so the more you niggas want

Talk to me

Chorus

If you don't fuck wit me

Like I don't fuck wit you

It ain't much for us to talk about

Cuz you don't fuck wit me

And you know I don't Fuck wit you

So all I can say is Stay out my way

Mase:

It don't take much

To wake up taped up

Fuck the district I live in Jacob

Hit a nigga bitch nigga

Kiss and make up

See me wit out Puff try to get your weight up

Ain't nothing between you and me

And on the real nuthin you can do wit me

I got cats that'll find you and leave ya

Pull the hoody over ya head

And put 5 in your Caesar

Nigga doubt me now and die believer

Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver

When the wars on put you're gloves and your gores on

Teflon hard hat nigga put it all on

Beef no more that's what other niggas for

I got a fam that'll love to go to war

Love to get locked up

Love pickin they ox up

Love not comin home love to be boxed up

I'm from a town where kids could pop up

Lil punks in garbage bags body all chopped up

I come around your block knowin you got popped up

Arms all rocked up

Bentley with the top up

Uhh you don't stop

Chorus

Mase:

1 2 3 4 boom psh psh

Body on the floor

You see grams

I'm gon see craters

By the time you see land

I'm gon 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

Why thugs around me

And no leechin

When the guns out playa there be no reachin

Ball'in in dirty south wit no creases

All I see is more fuckin iced out Jesus pieces

To rock over Sean John fleeces

You never love the money like we love it

Hit a chick sucker and let her teeth touch it

All out

Bad boy forever

The movement what

Stop fronting