Текст песни Mase f Funkmaster Flex - Double Up
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[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 itIf a nigga really want it with me? Let`s do itSee cats in the club, it`s just music Thieves and killers`ll tell ya, I just proved itI set the tone, ya nigga`s adjust to itSpit bars, nigga`s do sets and rep`s to itI`m the type that get 30 years and rep through itWant it wit` us? Come put your best to itCome clean now, I`ll send these tests to itI should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"You know I hide B`s on itCome on B.S. and leave on itGet 50 grand and breathe on itRed dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on itMight hit a chicken and then put Cease on it Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jawSomebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floorIf they don`t show you where the coke at, beat `em some moreMake `em see how it feel to have to eat through a strawWhile I`m sittin` in the car, chick goin` to get my jarSo I greet them like the chicken they areSaid Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my carTell ya now, that`s like lynchin` the lawAin`t no gettin` up if I hit youSo all them cowards wanna ride with youThey either die with you, or lie crippleMess with me, now why would you?Nigga`s die dealin` with dough that`s quadrupleDouble Up1 - [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 squealSome hold they head, some see appealSome come home wild in the week to killThen show old cats young cats be realDeep throat be how I greet my chickAny hoe suck a dick, got at least a sixAny man call me fam`, got at least a brickShut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicksWhen I`m down and out and I need the chipsVietnam will be how I leave your scriptAnd it take dough just to reach the richSo can`t no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh And don`t rush to be somethin` that you`re notReworn up lies, keep guns cocked And any cat mess with us get one shot To do what he gotta do and get somethin` hotBlaque, back up, what whatBlaque, back up, All Out(Where you at? Where you at?)Repeat 1[Mase]Yo, please don`t make Murda live out the nameI`m only here to get enough, then I`m out the gameA 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 sameStill wanted for the bricks, took up in MaineRun up for ya chain, fifth cop aimPlease don`t be stupid, come out the chainDon`t be a hero, this clip will bangA nigga like Mase probably got everythingX-30 G`s, then why buy a plane?No skinny Benz`s, wide-bodied thingsFour dot, six dot, chick dot RangeUh, All Out (c`mon)Bad Boy, Double Up (Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?) It`s not a gameRepeat 1 Repeat 1Come on, Come on