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Do you really wanna hurt Mase?
Or do you really wanna make me cry?
Or is it really that you envy Mase?
Or you don't really wanna see me fly?       (2x)

Verse One:

Now you don't wanna see me angry
Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me
Daised or raiment
KKK used to hang me
Insane me
Ya need ice picks to bang me
Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me
Four more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me
Take a look you and look at us
My dones don't fuss
Harlem World with a thrust
Nigga you better hush
I can miss out the cave
Niggaz still get touched
And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us
Listen here, Mase'll make you disapear
And ya mouth'll be the reason that ya missed this year
Man don't need ya
You don't need me, I don't need you neither
That's why my Lex gone be a two seater
And the things I do you, won't leave you beautiful
And though ya feelin' fuck me, I'm feelin' mutual

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Verse Two:

From the M to the A nigga dollar sign E
Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me
I was Murder for six years, seen no cling from it
Drop Murder off, Mase woke up at Teen Summit
My niggaz joke, niggaz broke, kill a laugh
I got power
Make a guard give a mil in cash
Like my money and yank us down, tax me
Actually, anything you got to ask me fax me
I'm low Beamer dreamer, I'm a Bentley man
Car totally smashed threw up 50 grand
How ya figure ya bigger when Mase the nigga
And every style I deliver come with much charisma
Now get off now will ya
I'm the one that bitches live for
Don't get me wrong
You niggaz make it hot I make it hot, I make it sizzler
And I don't know you cats
So do't you get familiar
And if you volley me and mine I guarentee I bill ya

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Verse Three:

If I ever whisper on a remix
I got C-chips
Time is money, when you talk you gotta be quick
I don't see how y'all hang, wave, and be wit
Niggaz ridin' in the Benz with only one V-6
But I know how it is when ya goin' to the bar
Got girls overreactin' doin' you a star
Got niggaz player hatin' don't even know who you are
And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in ya car
When you're from Harlem World niggaz never see ya views
They wait for you to flop on me on BET News
All they see the G's and jewels, V's that ya cruise
Being they underdogs they can't wait to see us lose
Don't hate me, Thank me
I don't get mad when niggaz' bitches prank me
Think you cranky to see me places that you can't be
I'm too pretty to let you niggaz shank me
And frankly, girl you probably hit me cause you ain't me

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