Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take What's Yours, artist - Mase. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
Take What's Yours |
| 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 wanna settle this? |
| Rappin' or on some ghetto shit |
| We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal shit |
| Chorus: DMX |
| Niggaz wanna 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 wanna 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 |
| 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 |