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Mase - Take What's Yours lyrics
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 stare *** Since you can't stay up eith the *** 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 decide, *** on top, Mercedes drop Black 380's ***, 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 gon' 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 gon' 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 *** 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'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 vest up, be in a double breast tux Plus keep a fresh cut, *** 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 *** 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 |
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