Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Hurt Mase?, artist - Mase. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: English
Wanna Hurt Mase? |
| 1 — 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? |
| 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? |
| Now you don’t wanna see me angry |
| Ain’t enough cops or cuffs to chain me |
| Days to arraign me, KKK’s to hang me, insane me |
| Ya need ice picks to bang me |
| Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me |
| Or more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me |
| Nigga, look at you and look at us |
| My duns don’t fuss, Harlem win you with a thrush |
| Nigga you better hush, I can mess out the cave |
| Niggas still get touched |
| And them little ones you bust ain’t enough for us |
| Listen here, Mase’ll make you disappear |
| And yo' mouth’ll be the reason that you missed this year |
| Man who needs ya? |
| You don’t need me, I don’t need you neither |
| That’s why my next Lex gon' be a two seater |
| And the things I do to you won’t leave you beautiful |
| And though yo' feelin' fuck me, I’m feelin' mutual |
| From the M to the A nigga dollar sign E |
| Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me |
| I was Murda for six years, seen no cream from it |
| Drop Murda off, Ma$e woke up at Teen Summit |
| My niggas joke, niggas broke, kill a laugh |
| I got power, make a call, get a mil' in cash |
| Like my money and ya ain’t cuz they don’t tax me |
| Actually, anything you got to ask me, fax me |
| I’m no Beamer dreamer, I’m a Bentley man |
| Car totally smashed threw out 50 grand |
| How ya figure ya bigger when Mase that nigga |
| And every style I deliver come with much charisma |
| Knock it off, now will ya, I’m the one that bitches live for |
| Don’t get me wrong you niggas 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 guarentee I peel ya |
| If I ever whisper on a remix, I got C-chips |
| Time is money, when you talk gotta be quick |
| I don’t see how ya’ll hang or even be wit |
| Niggas ridin' in the Benz with only one V-6 |
| But I know how it is when ya go into the bar |
| Got girls overreact, they thowin' you a star |
| Got niggas player hatin' don’t even know who you are |
| And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in yo' car |
| When you’re from Harlem World niggas never see yo' views |
| They wait for you to flop or be on BET News |
| All they see the G’s and jewels, V’s that ya cruise |
| Being the underdogs, they can’t wait to see us lose |
| Don’t hate me, thank me |
| I don’t get mad when nigga’s bitches prank me |
| Make you cranky to see me places that you can’t be |
| I’m too pretty to let you niggas shank me |
| And frankly, know you probably hate me cause you ain’t me |