[Mase]
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One two, we don't stop
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C'mon, c'mon, we won't stop
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We won't stop, you don't stop
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You already know that, I am the man
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and, I'm always right, and, never wrong
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You already know that, I am the man
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cuz, I'm always right, and, never wrong
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[Kam]
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Yo, check it out
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I'm the trife one, Cease you got weed, let me light one
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Girls of different cultures, chinese to the white ones
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Home players, wild thing girl slayers
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Cuties, big booties, Big gave Coogies
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Black white beautiful ain't nuttin I won't do for you
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Backside so thick, won't fit inside a hula hoop
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Shine on me baby, pour wine on you baby
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I'ma drink it off your back, got a problem with that?
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Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties
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Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie?
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It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl
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Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls
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Wild thing though, do lot of things low
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Make a wise man grow to a live man a show
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Only problem with the trife one is I stay low
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Blowin lye with guys who got they eyes on my dough
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[Chorus: Mase] [singing]
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We got riches, we got bitches
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You want drama, we got guns
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I'm that kid, from Harlem World
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and you know where I'm from
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Now my team, is out for cream
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and you know exactly what I mean
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So any click tryin to stop us
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is the click that gets seen
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[Lil' Ceasar]
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Yo, yo, yo... Ceaser Leo, aiyyo
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Aiyyo wherever I go buy all hydro
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Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh
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Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed
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from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog
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I chill of course until I feel I'm the boss
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Until they got Lil' Cease face on the Source
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Got girls that be clever, that's on another level
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Tell me I'm your hero, Cease DeGeanero
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Need a wild thing, so the town can swing
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Pull the hair back and forth, layin pounds of cream
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Bet Cease break your crutches with a crowded team
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Fulfillin wishes to they misses with a thousand dreams
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I got, mouth to feed, pretty childs to breed
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If you really drinkin babies, youse can swallow the seed
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When it come to the sex I like it better on your knees
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Fore I hit the kitty cat, gotta check it for flees
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[Chorus]
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[Kam]
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Aiyyo nobody used to speak to me
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to launch paper got me Geechie G, now every broad
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keep beepin me, frequently, know the frequency
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Just to speak to me, yes leave with me, but recently
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get Proposals, of Indecency, but can't cost a penny
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Cause now I want Moore than Demi, but I ain't mousy
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Matter fact, we can get rowdy
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But only green papers with the faces arouse me
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Now I know what a woman think, but girl I'm top ten rank
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But I only get hard when I see Ben Frank in the bank
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It don't pay to baby don't show up
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But know what? Better catch me fore my price go up
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I'm a hoe slut for the dough but, I want the paper
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to come, til I throw up, so girl grow up
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You need to slow up the stash, I ain't all about us
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Cause a nigga like Kam all I need is my cash
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I want my money...
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[Chorus: x3 to fade]
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Young Cassanovas
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. |