| Lyrics: | Yo, check this out right
Harlem on da rise
And you don't want no problem with us guys,
uh
M-A-dollar sign-E
And if you ever out tryin' to find me
I think I should warn
you
I get hard when I want to
Angelettie, Bad Boy, niggas ain't ready
[Mase]
Yo, you the type of cat in the building holdin' the cracks
Playin' some the niggas on the
corner holdin' the gatts
Nigga come through, a nigga kill, never blow back
You the nigga
never did but send in all the facts
Yo, I know niggas like you cuz I meet 'em all the
time
And I greet 'em with the 9 if they ever keep what's mine
If I lose I get loc, put a
fool in the yoke
Two to his throat, take his jewels and his coat
More than likely, you ain't
got to like me
And this might be the last time I take you nicely
For my legion, fill up the
season and start squeezin'
Niggas talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'
There's no
breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'
You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even
I'm
from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in
Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no
reason
Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns
Many sons, niggas do anything to
anyone
And on the streets I don't doubt nuttin'
So when you talk to Mase better watch yo
mouth son
[Mase |
