Wanna Hurt Mase? Lyrics

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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? (Repeat)

Now you don't wanna see me angry Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me Daised
or raiment KKK used to hang me Insane me Ya need ice picks to bang me Need
more than a straight jacket to restrain me Four more guns with my prints for
you to frame me and mame me Take a look you and look at us My dones don't fuss
Harlem World with a thrust Nigga you better hush I can miss out the cave
Niggaz still get touched And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us
Listen here, Mase'll make you disappear And ya mouth'll be the reason that ya
missed this year Man don't need ya You don't need me, I don't need you neither
That's why my Lex gone be a two seater And the things I do you, won't leave
you beautiful And though ya feelin' f@#$ me,
I'm feelin' mutual

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I'm 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 cling from it Drop Murder off,
Mase woke up at Teen Summit My niggaz joke, niggaz broke, kill a laugh I got
power Make a guard give a mil in cash Like my money and yank us down, tax me
Actually, anything you got to ask me fax me I'm low Beamer dreamer, I'm a
Bentley man Car totally smashed threw up 50 grand How ya figure ya bigger when
Mase the nigga And every style I deliver come with much charisma Now get off
now will ya I'm the one that b#$ches live for Don't get me wrong You niggaz
make it hot I 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 guarantee I bill ya

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If I ever whisper on a remix I got C-chips Time is money, when you talk you
gotta be quick I don't see how y'all hang, wave, and be wit Niggaz ridin' in
the Benz with only one V-6 But I know how it is when ya goin' to the bar Got
girls overreactin' doin' you a star Got niggaz player hatin' don't even know
who you are And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in ya car When you're from
Harlem World niggaz never see ya views They wait for you to flop on me on BET
News All they see the G's and jewels, V's that ya cruise Being they underdogs
they can't wait to see us lose Don't hate me, Thank me I don't get mad when
niggaz' b#$ches prank me Think you cranky to see me places that you can't be
I'm too pretty to let you niggaz shank me And frankly, girl you
probably hit me cause you ain't me

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