You Wanna Hurt Mase

Mase

Composição de: J Moss/Mason Betha/Ron Lawrence/Roy Hay/Sean Puffy Combs
Do you really wanna hurt Mase? 
Or do you really wanna make me cry? 
Or is it really that you envy Mase? 
Or you don't really wanna see me fly? 

Now you don't wanna see me angry 
Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me 
Days to arraign me, KKK's to hang me, insane me 
Ya need ice picks to bang me 
Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me 
Or more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me 
Nigga, look at you and look at us 
My duns don't fuss, Harlem win you with a thrush 
Nigga you better hush, I can mess out the cave 
Niggas still get touched 
And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us 
Listen here, Mase'll make you disappear 
And yo' mouth'll be the reason that you missed this year 
Man who needs ya? You don't need me, I don't need you neither 
That's why my next Lex gon' be a two seater 
And the things I do to you won't leave you beautiful 
And though yo' feelin' fuck me, I'm feelin' mutual 

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From the M to the A nigga dollar sign E 
Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me 
I was murder for six years, seen no clean from it 
Drop murder off, Mase woke up at Teen Summit 
My niggas joke, niggas broke, kill a laugh 
I got power, make a call, get a mil' in cash 
Like my money and ya ain't cuz they don't tax me 
Actually, anything you got to ask me, fax me 
I'm no Beamer dreamer, I'm a Bentley man 
Car totally smashed threw out 50 grand 
How ya figure ya bigger when Mase that nigga 
And every style I deliver come with much charisma 
Knock it off, now will ya , I'm the one that bitches live for 
Don't get me wrong you niggas make it hot I make it sizzler 
And I don't know you cats, so don't you get familiar 
And if you violate me and mine I guarentee I peel ya 

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If I ever whisper on a remix, I got C-chips 
Time is money, when you talk gotta be quick 
I don't see how ya'll hang or even be wit 
Niggas ridin' in the Benz with only one V-6 
But I know how it is when ya go into the bar 
Got girls overreact, they thowin' you a star 
Got niggas player hatin' don't even know who you are 
And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in yo' car 
When you're from Harlem World niggas never see yo' views 
They wait for you to flop or be on BET News 
All they see the G's and jewels, V's that ya cruise 
Being the underdogs, they can't wait to see us lose 
Don't hate me, thank me 
I don't get mad when nigga's bitches prank me 
Make you cranky to see me places that you can't be 
I'm too pretty to let you niggas shank me 
And frankly, know you probably hate me cause you ain't me 

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