Masquerade

The streets is mad right now (Tell em' why we mad!)

Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town

(Get outta town! Get out!)

Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger

Those who attempt to poison the hood

I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)

Uh, Refugees

One time, M.O.P. (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Two times, uh, Bumpy Knuckles (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Now the world is in trouble, come on (Oh, oh)

Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)

Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)

Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)

You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse

So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse

Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach

Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs

Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV

Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'

You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal

But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles

So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade

And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out with the bagette

Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect

So you can't ride through Brownsville

You wan't peace, you better call Churchill

If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family

And plays guitar at your eulogy

You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)

Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)

Howc ome you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)

You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

Uh, uh, uh

Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up

(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk

(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef

(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death

Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back

Before you get a setback and get clapped

That's it and that's that, Clap!

(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)

Now I'm gone nigga haul that

Take all that and fall back

I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada

Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)

We still down shit

The street don't want that watered down shit

Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)

You don't wanna ride niggas we got road rage!

Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)

Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)

That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)

You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

I'm here, I'm here

Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade

Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God

Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard

Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard

R&B singer the greatest and now barred

Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties

Got more bombs left you punk niggas

Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left

You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack

You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track

Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black

Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto

I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part

Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard

I keep the underground in shape and never be soft

You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!

Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)

Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)

That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)

You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (Masquerade!)

Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the middle east

Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)

Uh (uh) uh uh (uh) uh (uh)

Uh uh (uh) uh (uh) yeah (uh)

Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!