*featuring Funkmaster Flex
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[Mase]
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How 'my complain, na?
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When I'm as pretty as my father?
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And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
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That know each other (yeah)
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Yo, I'm the problem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
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If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it
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See cats in the club, it's just music
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Thieves and killers'll tell ya, I just proved it
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I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
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Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
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I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
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Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it
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Come clean now, I'll send these tests to it
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I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
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You know I hide B's on it
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Come on B.S. and leave on it
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Get 50 grand and breathe on it
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Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
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Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
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Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
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Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor
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If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
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Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
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While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
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So I greet them like the chicken they are
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Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
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Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law
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Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
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So all them cowards wanna ride with you
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They either die with you, or lie cripple
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Mess with me, now why would you?
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Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple
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Double Up
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[1 - Mase & Flex]
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Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
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Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
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Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it)
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Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it)
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Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it)
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Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
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For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
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Can't forget my niggas locked down at
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(Gettin' it, uh huh)
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[Mase]
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Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal
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Some hold they head, some see appeal
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Some come home wild in the week to kill
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Then show old cats young cats be real
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Deep throat be how I greet my chick
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Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
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Any man call me fam', got at least a brick
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Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks
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When I'm down and out and I need the chips
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Vietnam will be how I leave your script
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And it take dough just to reach the rich
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So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
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And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
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Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
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And any cat mess with us get one shot
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To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
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Blaque, back up, what what
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Blaque, back up, All Out
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(Where you at? Where you at?)
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[Repeat 1]
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[Mase]
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Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name
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I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game
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A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
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It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
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Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same
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Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same
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Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
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Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
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Please don't be stupid, come out the chain
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Don't be a hero, this clip will bang
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A nigga like Mase probably got everything
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X-30 G's, then why buy a plane?
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No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
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Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
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Uh, All Out (c'mon)
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Bad Boy, Double Up
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(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
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It's not a game
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[Repeat 1]
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[Repeat 1]
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Come on, Come on
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Gettin' It
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Mase |