MASQUERADE

the street is madd right now tell'em why me madd rappers whatever you call yourself pack your bags get outta town cuz I'm gonna strike down on thee with great vengencea nd furious anger those who attempt to poison the hood I'm gonna let ya'll know the preachers son is back refugees One time M.O.P two times bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble come on your number 1 on the charts you're a masquerade paid for your billboard spot you're a masquerade because the block knows hot you're a masquerade you're living in a uh you're living in a masquerade I'm up first so this aint a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse and when you die kids will trow rocks at your hurst cuz you lie too much, you aint got to gat at your arms reach just aimed at your headpiece now your pissing in your briefs hold up we just saw you on your bet and mtv and your public access channel talking about I'm a thug I'm an animal, a cannibal you even scare hannibal but when the blackout came no lights for your candles so welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade I call it like I see it and ya'll leaving in a masquerade even though jacob ice you out with the baggetts money with no respect that makes you a suspect so you cant ride through brownsville you want a piece you better call church hill if not feel clef when he connects with M.O.P family and plays guitar at your eulogy your number 1 on the charts you're a masquerade paid for your billboard spot you're a masquerade because the block knows hot you're a masquerade you're living in a uh you're living in a masquerade now you grimey little bastards line up times up I'm up they sick william danze will show you how to get it crunk I'm still plotting with Fox today I do it with clef forever with Womack and thats to the death get ya vest bless royalty you youngsters better get back before you get a set back and get clapped thats it and thats that clap bum-bum-bum-bum-bum -bum-bum-bum-bum-bum -bum-bum-bum-bum-running-bum-bum hold that take all that and fall back I kick too much ass To rock shoes by prada F... gucci shoes Timbs more hotter we still grip arms brook-nahm bound ish the streets dont want that watered down ish ... fam we clear the whole stage you dont wanna ride with us we got road rage your number 1 on the charts you're a masquerade paid for your billboard spot you're a masquerade because the block knows hot you're a masquerade you're living in a uh you're living in a masquerade 16 bars of murder real murder baby this aint a facasade .... pumping they fist like they punching the god over 10 years rip an emcee I bring it hard dont make me split your chest and pull your card R&B singer the greatest are now barred cuz he been feeling on booties of two young cuties got more bombs left you punk... reach to shake on bumpy's hand you'll have no arms left you aint a pimp... you aint a mack you keep... in the house all day I keep 'em on the track drinking cocoa and wearing long mink coats black hear them 12 inch stelletos tapping thru the ghetto I could see it in your eyes... you aint apart shake a... hand shake a ...heart keep the underground in shape and never be soft you wanna make it like the fat naked... turning me off your number 1 on the charts you're a masquerade paid for your billboard spot you're a masquerade because the block knows hot you're a masquerade you're living in a uh you're living in a masquerade