feat. Funkmaster Flex
  
  [Mase]
  How 'my complain 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 problem nigga's got but scared to step to it
  If a nigga really want it with me? Let's do it
  See cats in the club it's just music
  Thieves and killers'll tell 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 clean now, I'll send these tests to it
  I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
  You know I hide B's on it
  Come on B.S. and leave 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 floor
  If they don't show you where the coke at, beat 'em some more
  Make 'em see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
  While I'm sittin' in the car, chick goin' to get my jar
  So I greet them like the chicken they are
  Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
  Tell ya now, that's like lynchin' the law
  Ain't no gettin' up if I hit you
  So all them cowards wanna ride with you
  They either die with you, or lie cripple
  Mess with me, now why would you?
  Nigga's die dealin' with dough that's quadruple
  Double Up
  
  1 - [Mase & Flex]
  Where all my down super star's at? (Gettin' it)
  Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettin' it)
  Where the 90 girls that? (Gettin' it)
  Where the girls around the world at? (Gettin' it)
  
  Real hair, real furs (Gettin' it)
  Got a house that's hers (Gettin' it)
  For my niggas outta town at (Gettin' it)
  Can't forget my niggas locked down at
  (Gettin' it, uh huh)
  
  [Mase]
  Yo, it's like some be real, sold me three and squeal
  Some hold they head, some see appeal
  Some come home wild in the week to kill
  Then show old cats young cats be real
  Deep throat be how I greet my chick
  Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
  Any man call me fam', got at least a brick
  Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks
  When I'm down and out and I need the chips
  Vietnam will be how I leave 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 lies, keep guns cocked
  And any cat mess with us get one shot
  To do what he gotta do and get somethin' hot
  Blaque, back up, what what
  Blaque, back up, All Out
  (Where you at? Where you at?)
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [Mase]
  Yo, please don't make Murda live out the name
  I'm only here to get enough, then I'm out the game
  A nigga didn't want drama, why he came?
  It's like tryin' to win, know you cross the grain
  Messin' with my niggas, ya'll will both get the same
  Cut 'cross the face, now you both look the same
  Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
  Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
  Please don't be stupid, come out the chain
  Don't be a hero, this clip will bang
  A nigga like Mase probably got everything
  X-30 G's, then why buy a plane?
  No skinny Benz's, wide-bodied things
  Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
  Uh, All Out (c'mon)
  Bad Boy, Double Up
  (Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
  It's not a game
  
  Repeat 1
  Repeat 1
  
  Come on, Come on