Lyrics Jail Visit - Mase

Jail Visit

Yo, yo check it, when we go in to see the nigga, B
Just say it, B. That’s all you gotta do wit this nigga
Oh man that’s, that’s more your man than mine
Yo, why the fuck you can’t just say what you
Said you was gon' say when you seen him on Saturday
And you saw him and you still ain’t say it and it’s goin' on
Sunday, though
Man you tell him half, I’ll tell him the other half
What the deal?
Whassup my nigga, got your gomez, me and Trey here
Yo, y’all still on the corner, huh?
Whassup man?
Nigga don’t look right clean, right?
This nigga don’t smoke no more
Hard to tell, huh?
Yeah, I’m aight
Ok, so let’s rip your pockets open.
What’s the deal?
You know I’m gettin' married and all that, right?
Word?
Yeah, (to Mase) Now you definitely gotta tell him)
Fuck you mean I could tell him?
One of y’all better tell me, come on, whassup?
Mase, you gotta tell me, hit me I’ll fuck y’all niggas up if y’all don’t
Tell me
Yo check it, You know shorty got a trick, not a trick
But you know, it’s a trip that, that you know, we was watchin'
We was coming out the club and shorty was getting out the car
With money that we ain’t shottin' at on 18th street
What shorty?
Not my shorty.
The one
I’m gettin' married to?
The shorty you gettin' married to
Fuck that bitch, yo
Wasn’t gon' marry her anyway, you know?
I’m just tellin' her dreams
You know me
Little devil
Oh, man
Word B, fuck that bitch, though
If *you* say it, fuck that bitch
NOT MY FUCKIN' SHORTY, NOT MY FUCKIN', FUCKIN' BITCH
Y’ALL CRAZY MAN, Y’ALL MOTHA' FUCKERS IS CRAZY
You what’s wrong with you, dog?
I loved her