The is mad right now 'em why we mad Rappers whatever you yourself Pack your and get out of town
'Cause I'm a down on thee with Great vengeance and furious Those who to poison the hood I'm a let y'all know the son is back
Refugee, one time, one MOP two time, two time, one knuckles now the world is in trouble on
Yo, you're number one on the a masquerade Paid for your slots a masquerade Because the knows hot You're a You're livin' in a, livin' in a
I'm on first, so this ain't a rap more like a voodoo curse So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya you lie too much, you don't got no gut
At your arm is ink At your headpiece now you pissin' in your Hold up, we saw you on your bet and MTV A access channel talkin' bout I'm a thug
an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal But when the blackout came no for your candle So welcome to the real world a spade is a spade And I'm a call it like I see it, you all in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out wit the Money wit no respect makes you a suspect So you can't through Brownsville You want peace you call Churchill If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P And plays at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the a masquerade Givin' to the cops You're a I mean you never seen a You're livin' in a, livin' in a masquerade
Now the lil' bastards line up up, I'm up They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it Clef whoever We throw mack and to the death bless royalty You youngster's better get back You get a set back and get That's it and that Clef
Hold that take all that and back I kick too much ass ass To rock jewels, Prada Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta
We grip arms Brook norm bound shit The streets don't want that down shit Fam, we clear the stage You don't wanna ride wit us we got road
Now I'm a let my tell you You're a I bet you the dogs You're a I we still and we rob You're a livin' in a You're in a masquerade
I'm hittin' sixteen A murder, real murder, This ain't a Niggas pumpin' they fist like they at God Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it Don't make me yo chest and pull yo card
R and B singer the and now barred 'Cause he feelin' on booties of too young cuties Got mo left You punk niggas, we used to shake your hands have no arms left, you ain't a pimp You ain't a mack, you keep in the house all day
I keep em on the cocoa and wearin' long mink coats black Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the I can see it in your
Little niggas you a part of shakin' niggas hand niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape It be soft, you wanna make it like them Fat naked turnin' me off
Now I'm a let my tell you a masquerade I bet you the dogs a masquerade I thought we and we rob a masquerade You're in a, you're livin' in a
Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the East