Lyrics:
my dogs right or wrong fuck the case
Boy I be preaching that truth like Mase
Pulled up in All black in this bitch like blade
Time is money ain't got
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's
To T do K do N robimy tu dobry jam
Mamy te bity ekipy graffiti kiedy gada się
Przekazuję ci ten dar niech dla ciebie to będzie snem
I niech tobie da
dad was mad
We was playin' the same old song
In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, 'n easy too
So we
' roll)
Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul (De La Soul)
Give 'em a taste, Mase
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
[mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right
Dey grinding every night I’m steadily Dey working say me no Dey vex say me no Dey send x2
ki araye m’ase ri simi ni mo se pa enumo but right now iyen
killa but my fingers itchin try me n I’m wipin ya nose
Come from the bottom I’m bringing that heat supplyin the warmth like a stove
Niggas do the same
a quits
Aye boy
Aye boy
That's some shit I'll shoot you in your face for
Face for
You go'n have to call up pastor Mase boy
Ok boy
She coming with me be
the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice
breakin old habits so hard to do
das y u see me on the same block wit the same crew
n everybody sitting fat
It feel like summer in '06
In that Ford Drive
I just chill by the ocean in that Number
(N) ine
She just want me to focus, I just wanna vibe
I'm still
[Intro]
What the f***?
'99, get your name back n****
(Get your name back n****)
Double Up Motherf***er (99)
Double Up Motherf***er
Don't
ain't certified Harlem World get from 'round me
And Mase my big brother thats why you surround me
You could drop me off the same place you found me
thing smokin'
Shit, I recognize that whip
Didn't he do a drive by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this?
and a killer make you look like thriller
Quick to bust off the strilla and the cops know I'm a dealer
If I talk to pigs they work for me future King of N Y C
I'm
at least four to eat
Now that there a double date
Pick a trait
For every pretty face
I played it safe
Only way
Every welcome back got me feeling like Mase
we moved shop down there by Lehman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
Yeah n
a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
[Mase]
Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right
these n***** light right
I'm speakin' on it 'cause it ain't right
N**** died I survived by the nerve my strife
Went to jail came home
Twenty times got
a dirty game n****, a lot shit be superstitious ain't the same n****
These boys don't play fair, you got to keep a banger with you
Loyalty and being solid
ma je n sirin
Irin ajo mi nile aye, Olorun ma je n sise e e
Baba to mi sonan, Kin made seru fegbe mi
Baba to mi sonan, Kin mase seru laye mi
Verse
(yeah) We all bleed the same blood
(yeah) And we beat on the same drum
(yeah) It's not about where ya at
(yeah) It's about where you come from
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