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