f/ Puff Daddy
Intro: Puff Daddy
(why you over there lookin' at me)
(why my girl standin' here)
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like?
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
And I'm with my honey
You got, well you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
Hit you with the ice-cooler, you know
Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggaz
Dig?
Verse One: Puff Daddy
Now what the hell is you lookin' for?
Can't a young man get money anymore?
Let my pants zag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score?
Can't my car look better than yours?
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no draws
In a stretch Lex with about ten doors?
How is murder?
Pete Ditty, name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he, he get busy
*** so much izzy, girls get dizzy
Niggaz on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got doe
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
*** by Donny Brascoe
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, I can't get mad cause you lookin' me
Aha, cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear
This and every year, but they better listen here
You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own
Cause bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone
Plus it wont be long till they send me ***
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me?
Cause I'm mad fly and icy?
And why you can't satisfy yo wify
And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure
CD, TV, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover
So it's only right you get the cold shoulder
And if you got a girl, don't be real committed
Cause Mase will hit it, you gotta deal with it
Chorus
Verse Three: Mase
We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.
Towards the realm of ritual
Leaded by the grief
The faith in spiritualism
Possesses your belief.
The master won't remit your sins
The judgement has arrived
The atmosphere will bear the fate
The seven mists will rise.
Consecrate the gates to the magicians' hall
Raise the silence, lead the barons to their seat;
Fallacious thoughts die away,
Pernicious doubt begets decay
When the omen prays to heaven for relief.
Hear the prophet's call:
"Woe to the valley of the seventh mystique."
(The curse of Medina:)
A new sin will be born
Upon a life's relic
Redeemers will be torn
For the reign of this mystique.
The guardians to the spell
Protect the ritual
The barons of the dark
Confess.
Let the rubin touch the spirit,
Take the fragment to the king.
Awake the valley of the witches
The curse will form the seventh sin.