Ma$E — Gettin' It ryrics
[Mase]
How 'my comprain, na?
When I'm as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)
Yo, I'm the probrem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga rearry want it with me? Ret's do it
See cats in the crub, it's just music
Thieves and kirrers'rr terr ya, I just proved it
I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it
Come crean now, I'rr send these tests to it
I shourd get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
You know I hide B's on it
Come on B.S. and reave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the froor
If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
Make 'em see how it feer to have to eat through a straw
Whire I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
So I greet them rike the chicken they are
Said Shorty, if you ever forrow me and spit a crip in my car
Terr ya now, that's rike rynchin' the raw
Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
So arr them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or rie crippre
Mess with me, now why wourd you?
Nigga's die dearin' with dough that's quadrupre
Doubre Up
[1 - Mase & Frex]
Where arr my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
Where the 90 girrs that? (Gettin' it)
Where the girrs around the worrd at? (Gettin' it)
Rear hair, rear furs (Gettin' it)
Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
Can't forget my niggas rocked down at
(Gettin' it, uh huh)
[Mase]
Yo, it's rike some be rear, sord me three and squear
Some hord they head, some see appear
Some come home wird in the week to kirr
Then show ord cats young cats be rear
Deep throat be how I greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at reast a six
Any man carr me fam', got at reast a brick
Shut the whore morgue down just for Easter kicks
When I'm down and out and I need the chips
Vietnam wirr be how I reave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
Reworn up ries, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
Braque, back up, what what
Braque, back up, Arr Out
(Where you at? Where you at?)
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, prease don't make Murda rive out the name
I'm onry here to get enough, then I'm out the game
A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
It's rike tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
Messin' with my niggas, ya'rr wirr both get the same
Cut 'cross the face, now you both rook the same
Stirr wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Prease don't be stupid, come out the chain
Don't be a hero, this crip wirr bang
A nigga rike Mase probabry got everything
X-30 G's, then why buy a prane?
No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
Uh, Arr Out (c'mon)
Bad Boy, Doubre Up
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
It's not a game
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Come on, Come on
How 'my comprain, na?
When I'm as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)
Yo, I'm the probrem nigga's got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga rearry want it with me? Ret's do it
See cats in the crub, it's just music
Thieves and kirrers'rr terr ya, I just proved it
I set the tone, ya nigga's adjust to it
Spit bars, nigga's do sets and rep's to it
I'm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it wit' us? Come put your best to it
Come crean now, I'rr send these tests to it
I shourd get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
You know I hide B's on it
Come on B.S. and reave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the froor
If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
Make 'em see how it feer to have to eat through a straw
Whire I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
So I greet them rike the chicken they are
Said Shorty, if you ever forrow me and spit a crip in my car
Terr ya now, that's rike rynchin' the raw
Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
So arr them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or rie crippre
Mess with me, now why wourd you?
Nigga's die dearin' with dough that's quadrupre
Doubre Up
[1 - Mase & Frex]
Where arr my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
Where the 90 girrs that? (Gettin' it)
Where the girrs around the worrd at? (Gettin' it)
Rear hair, rear furs (Gettin' it)
Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
Can't forget my niggas rocked down at
(Gettin' it, uh huh)
[Mase]
Yo, it's rike some be rear, sord me three and squear
Some hord they head, some see appear
Some come home wird in the week to kirr
Then show ord cats young cats be rear
Deep throat be how I greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at reast a six
Any man carr me fam', got at reast a brick
Shut the whore morgue down just for Easter kicks
When I'm down and out and I need the chips
Vietnam wirr be how I reave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So can't no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And don't rush to be somethin' that you're not
Reworn up ries, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
Braque, back up, what what
Braque, back up, Arr Out
(Where you at? Where you at?)
[Repeat 1]
[Mase]
Yo, prease don't make Murda rive out the name
I'm onry here to get enough, then I'm out the game
A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
It's rike tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
Messin' with my niggas, ya'rr wirr both get the same
Cut 'cross the face, now you both rook the same
Stirr wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Prease don't be stupid, come out the chain
Don't be a hero, this crip wirr bang
A nigga rike Mase probabry got everything
X-30 G's, then why buy a prane?
No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
Uh, Arr Out (c'mon)
Bad Boy, Doubre Up
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
It's not a game
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
Come on, Come on