gonna drop, all gonna drop If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with you If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock
gonna drop All gonna drop If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with you If half of what they say is true Look at me when I rock with
by the barrels I feel like I'm Al Pacino I'm counting Robert DiNero If a bitch want more? Best believe me that I'm there You can catch me in the middle
Intro: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You
with the dollop Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny Black
me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch
my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P
bear witness "Like any deadly disease, it has infected many men From the east, west, north, and south, gangsta rap is now Alive, God forgive me, God forgive me
be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like me Or you but if
just jealous of the dollars I'm makin' But you're down with me. You know god gifted me Black kids say I'm trech, white kids say I'm nifty Spell out
, and drop knowledge at the same time But one L.A. station wouldn't play my records one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me
Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black
hates me Shady didnt invite me but a star is what he made me Ill blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he
have no idea, the boy is here Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it? Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with
nose off the Sphinx, I made my jeweler add a few mo links, you can look at me and tell I don't care what nobody think, and my face always lookin' like
toilet cuz still getting blumpkin (??) Boo me off the stage but I'm still gettin' money As a cartoon man I'm still lookin' funny Look like Winnie the
blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes Look at
