Masquerade (feat. M.O.P., Bumpy Knuckles & Miri)

The streets is mad right now
 Tell em why we mad
 Rappers whatever you call yourself
 Pack ya bags and get out of town
 Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger
 Those who attempt to poison da hood
 I'ma let y'all know da preacher's son is back
 Uh, Refugee, one time, one time
 Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time
 Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble
 Come on
 Yo, you're number one on the charts
 You're a masquerade
 Paid for your billboard slots
 You're a masquerade
 Because the block knows hot
 You're a masquerade
 You're livin in a uh
 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 the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse
 Cause you lie too much
 You don't got no gat
 At your arm reach is ink
 At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs
 Hold up
 We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel
 Talkin bout I'ma thug
 You're an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal
 But when the blackout came no light for your candle
 So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
 And I'ma call it like I see it
 Ay, y'all living in a masquerade
 Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes
 Money wit no respect – that makes you a suspect
 So you can't ride through Brownsville
 You want peace you better call Churchill
 If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy
 You wanna claim you run da block
 You're a masquerade
 Givin information to the cops
 You're a masquerade
 I mean you never seen a rock
 You're livin in a uh
 You're livin in a masquerade
 Masquerade
 Now the grimy lil bastards line up
 Time's up
 I'm up
 They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk
 I'm still plottin wit Fox
 Today
 I do it wit Clef
 Whoever
 We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty
 You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped
 That's it and that's that
 Clef
 Hold that
 Take all dat and fall back
 I kick too much ass
 Kick ass
 To rock jewels, rock Prada
 F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta
 We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t
 The streets don't want that watered down sh-t
 Fam, we clear the whole stage
 You don't wannaa ride wit us
 We got road rage
 Now I'ma let my hood tell you
 You're a masquerade
 I bet you feedin the dogs
 You're a masquerade
 I thought we still and we rob
 You're a masquerade
 You're livin in a uh
 You're livin in a masquerade
 I'm hittin sixteen bars
 A murder, real murder, baby
 This ain't a façade
 Nigas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods
 Over ten years rippin MC
 I bring it hard
 Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card
 R&B singer the greatest and now barred
 Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties
 Got mo bombs left
 You punk nigas, we used to shake your pumpy hands
 You'll have no arms left
 You ain't a pimp
 You ain't a mack
 You keep biches in the house all day
 I keep em on the track
 Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black
 Hit em twelve-inch stilettos
 Tappin through the ghetto
 I can see it in your eyes
 Little nigas you ain't a part of shakin nigas hand, shakin nigas heart
 I keep the underground in shape
 It never be soft
 You wanna make it like them fat naked biches turnin me off
 Now I'ma let my hood tell you
 You're a masquerade
 I bet you feedin the dogs
 You're a masquerade
 I thought we still and we rob
 You're a masquerade
 You're livin in a uh
 You're livin in a masquerade
 Neary Paneary won't you take em to the Middle East