[Featuring DMX]

Verse One: Mase

Yo I be that young fly fellow guy thorough

Die over dinero hit everything in the tri barrel

And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team

And I'ma bring this nigga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.

With hooks galore leave this city shook for sure

And I'ma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before

You stare ***

Since you can't stay up eith the ***

And stick to what you do best stick to wearin' coke

You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke

Can't keep a whip, cause you can't pay the note

Fuck decide, *** on top, Mercedes drop

Black 380's ***, till the day I get knocked

All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly

And bust my waist, so I'm handsome when the bitches greet me

Word from the wise, niggaz jerk pies, we hurt them guys

Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised

So how you want to settle this?

Rappin' or on some ghetto shit

We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit

Chorus: DMX

Niggaz want to shout, I'ma make noise

Niggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws

Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours

Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars

Niggaz want to shout, I'ma make noise

Niggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws

Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours

Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars

Verse Two: Mase

Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled

We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed

We early inheritors ***

If a nigga get sheist then we form as a team

Bullshit if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.

The weatherman don't even know the storm I'ma bring

But yo, I'm not the man, with ***

So before you grab gats to jack, remember that

You take doe from Mase, you might as well send it back

I got thugs everywhere, where you gon' spend it at?

When clicks come to brawl, everything got hit, fall

Niggaz play sick wid y'all, but we ain't sick at all

No matter how big or small, I get rid of y'all

The shit I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all

Chorus

Verse three: Mase

Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet shit

Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit

Make a nigga Jeep flip, classy criminal

Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me

So don't get splat for the minimal

We never vest up, be in a double breast tux

Plus keep a fresh cut, ***

I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one Duke

And I ain't puffin' off a nigga or my gun shoot

You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggaz gun proof

Watch them niggaz drop, when I pop one in they sunroof

And we be lead bustin', leavin' niggaz head gushin'

You niggaz talkin' 'bout guns like you ***

I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em

That's what you faggots get, tryin' to fuck with Mase and 'em

Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that

And all you cats, one in your trap, one in your cap

Chorus

Writer : BROADY/MYRICK/BETHA/SIMMONS
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group