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ma$e - take what's yours - dmx lyrics

[mase]
yo, i be that young fly fellow, got thorough
down for denaro, hit everything in the triburo
and i’m the newest member of the bad boy team
and i’mma bring this n-gga puff mad more c.r.e.a.m
with hooks galore, leave this city shook for short
and i’mma take ’em back where biggie took ’em before
you stay a playa’
since you can’t stay up with the pope
and stick to what you do best, stick to wearin’ c0ke
you lookin’ for excuses, ways to say you’re broke
can’t keep a whip, ’cause you can’t pay the note
f-ck the side, i’m waiting for you on top, mercedes drop
black 380’s cops, ’till the day i get knocked
all i ask when i die, dress me fly and neatly
and brush my waves so i’m handsome when the b-tches greet me
word from the wise, n-ggas jerk pies, we hurt them guys
bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circ-mcised
so how you wanna settle this?
rappin’ or on some ghetto sh-t
we can do it yo way, with mics or with metal sh-t
[1 – dmx]
n-ggas wanna shout, i’mma make noise
n-ggas run they mouth, i’mma break jaws
mase is comin’ out, we gon’ take yours
harlem world uptown baby, we make wars
n-ggas wanna shout, i’mma make noise
n-ggas run they mouth, i’mma break jaws
mase is comin’ out, we gon’ take yours
harlem world uptown baby, we make wars
[mase]
yo, yo before it’s all over, lot of blood gon’ be spilled
we ain’t discriminatin’ even thugs gon’ be k!lled
we early inheritors , born into c.r.e.a.m
if a n-gga’ get sheist then we form as a team
bullsh-t if you want and it be on for this c.r.e.a.m
the weatherman don’t even know the storm i’mma bring
but yo, i’m not the man with whom you interact
so before you grab gatts to jack, remember that
you take dough from mase, you might as well send it back
i got thugs everywhere, where you going spending that
when cl!cks come to brawl, everything i hit fall
n-ggas play sick wid y’all, wit me they ain’t sick at all
no matter how big or small, i get rid of ya’ll
and sh-t i spit at y’all, come in one size fit all
[repeat 1]
[mase]
yo, yo if you think i’m on some sweet sh-t
then won’t you creep quick, i let the heat spit
make a n-gga “g” fl!ck, cl-ssic criminal
keep a gatt by my genitals, thugs love me
so don’t get splashed for the minimal
we never vest up, be in a double breast tux
plus keep a fresh cut, picture me getting lefts stuff
i let one lose, to show you i ain’t the one do
and i ain’t puffin’ nuthin’, make all my gun shoot
you let your gun loose, none o’ ’em n-ggas gun proof
watch them n-ggas drop, when i pop one in they sunroof
and we be lead bustin’, leavin’ n-ggas head gushin’
you n-ggas talkin’ ’bout guns like you said something
i’ll be lacin’ ’em, hollow tips, i be wastin’ ’em
that’s what you f-ggots get, tryin’ to f-ck with mase and ’em
bad boy, ’97, front, there’ll be none o’ that
and all you cats, running your trap, one in your cap
[repeat 1 until fade]

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