Mase Lyrics
Not the Kids
[Loon]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, what
Let's talk about it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ma, I told you, I'm not here to fuss or fight
But I see it, all you wanna do is cuss all night
In front of the kids, you tryin' to crush my life
Cuz you know I ain't the type that punch my wife
But I see now, who you want me to be
While knee-deep in the penile, tryin' to freestyle
But I see now, people could see, that ain't me
When I bought you the E3, the crib in D.C.
On GP, bought the Mazda Z3
Bought your little brother the 52 inch TV
With a Playstation to stay patient
Cuz right now it's all about the kid's situation
[Rashad]
1 - Please baby girl
Let's not fight
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
Please baby don't
Please don't cry
If you're really gonna be in my life
Let's work it out 'till we get it right
[Huddy]
All Out, yo, yo, yo
One mistake in my life, this chicken head claimin' she white
Jammin' my phone, like damn, she won't leave me alone
Knew she was trife, the way she kept watchin' my ice
Watchin' my step, hit it on top of the steps
Knowin' she wild, no condoms, she havin' my child
Now that I'm stuck, she keep key-scratchin' my truck
Actin' all young, doing it in front of our son
Peeped it before, but didn't want to think she's a whore
Thinkin' it's good, fuckin' up her rep in the 'Hood
Fuckin' up mine, fuckin' niggas two at a time
But look at her now, Harlem World crook of the town
But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime
And I'm thinkin' Little Huddy must have made me calm
So I bowed down prayin' |
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