The streets is mad right now
Tell em why we mad
Rappers whatever you call yourself
Pack ya bags and get out of town
Cause ima strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison da hood
Ima let yall know da preachers son is back
Uh, refugee, one time, one time
Uh, m.o.p., two time, two time, one time
Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
Come on
Yo, youre number one on the charts
Youre a masquerade
Paid for your billboard slots
Youre a masquerade
Because the block knows hot
Youre a masquerade
Youre livin in a uh
Youre livin in a masquerade
Im on first
So, this aint a rap verse
Its more like a voodoo curse
So when you die the kidsll throw rocks at ya hearse
Cause you lie too much
You dont got no gat
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 ima thug
Youre an animal, a canibal, 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 ima call it like I see it
Ay, yall living in a masquerade
Even though jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
Money wit no respect c that makes you a suspect
So you cant 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 da block
Youre a masquerade
Givin information to the cops
Youre a masquerade
I mean you never seen a rock
Youre livin in a uh
Youre livin in a masquerade
Masquerade
Now the grimy lil bastards line up
Times up
Im up
They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk
Im still plottin wit fox
Today
I do it wit clef
Whoever
We throw mack and thats to the death bless royalty
You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped
Thats it and thats that
Clef
Hold that
Take all dat and fall back
I kick too much ass
Kick ass
To rock jewels, rock prada
F-ck gucci shoes, timbs mo hotta
We still grip arms brook norm bound sh-t
The streets dont want that watered down sh-t
Fam, we clear the whole stage
You dont wannaa ride wit us
We got road rage
Now ima let my hood tell you
Youre a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
Youre a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
Youre a masquerade
Youre livin in a uh
Youre livin in a masquerade
Im hittin sixteen bars
A murder, real murder, baby
This aint a faade
Ngas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods
Over ten years rippin mc
I bring it hard
Dont make me split yo chest and pull yo card
R&b singer the greatest and now barred
Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties
Got mo bombs left
You punk ngas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
Youll have no arms left
You aint a pimp
You aint a mack
You keep bches 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 ngas you aint a part of shakin ngas hand, shakin ngas heart
I keep the underground in shape
It never be soft
You wanna make it like them fat naked bches turnin me off
Now ima let my hood tell you
Youre a masquerade
I bet you feedin the dogs
Youre a masquerade
I thought we still and we rob
Youre a masquerade
Youre livin in a uh
Youre livin in a masquerade
Neary paneary wont you take em to the middle east
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