f/ DMX

Verse One: Mase
YoI be that young fly fellowguy thorough
Die over dinerohit 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 galoreleave 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 beststick to wearin coke
You lookin for excusesways to say you re broke
Can t keep a whipcause you can t pay the note
Fuck decide*** on topMercedes drop
Black 380 s ***till the day I get knocked
All I ask when I diedress me fly and neatly
And bust my waistso I m handsome when the bitches greet me
Word from the wiseniggaz jerk pieswe hurt them guys
Bust leadto skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you wanna settle this?
Rappin or on some ghetto shit
We can do it yo waywith mics or with metal shit

Chorus: DMX
Niggaz wanna shoutI ma make noise
Niggaz run they mouthI ma break jaws
Mase is comin outwe gon take yours
Harlem World uptown babywe make wars
Niggaz wanna shoutI ma make noise
Niggaz run they mouthI ma break jaws
Mase is comin outwe gon take yours
Harlem World uptown babywe make wars

Verse Two: Mase
Yoyo before it s all overlot 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 yoI m not the manwith ***
So before you grab gats to jackremember that
You take doe from Maseyou might as well send it back
I got thugs everywherewhere you gon spend it at?
When clicks come to brawleverything got hitfall
Niggaz play sick wid y allbut we ain t sick at all
No matter how big or smallI get rid of y all
The shit I spit at y allcome in one size fit all

Chorus

Verse three: Mase
Yoyo if you think I m on some sweet shit
Then won t you creep quickI let the heat spit
Make a nigga Jeep flipclassy criminal
Keep a gat by my genitalsthugs love me
So don t get splat for the minimal
We never vest upbe in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut***
I let one loseto show you I ain t the one Duke
And I ain t puffin off a nigga or my gun shoot
You let your gun loosenone o em niggaz gun proof
Watch them niggaz dropwhen 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 emhollow tipsI be wastin em
That s what you faggots gettryin to fuck with Mase and em
Bad Boy 97frontthere ll be none o that
And all you catsone in your trapone in your cap

Chorus

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