Take What's Yours (feat. DMX)
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[Featuring DMX]
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 ***** 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
**** 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 *****es greet me
Word from the wise, *****z jerk pies, we hurt them guys
Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you want to settle this?
Rappin' or on some ghetto ****
We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal ****
Chorus: DMX
*****z want to shout, I'ma make noise
*****z run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
*****z want to shout, I'ma make noise
*****z 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 ***** 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
*****z 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 **** 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 ****
Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit
Make a ***** 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 ***** or my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em *****z gun proof
Watch them *****z drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' *****z head gushin'
You *****z talkin' 'bout guns like you ***
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
That's what you ******s get, tryin' to **** 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
ePub
A4