This Mase, you know what Im saying
You got niggas that dont like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that dont wanna see me rich
You got niggas thats mad cause Im always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just dont like me
You know the, those PHD niggas
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
See its a difference
A lot of niggas pop shit
But a lot of niggas dont make hits
But its like this whole Bad Boy shit
We come to bring it to yall niggas, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance
Now trick what, lace who, that aint what Mase do
Got a lot of girls thatd love to replace you
Tell you to your face boo not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
Funny never find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo
Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says okay my tint smoke gray
No way, nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got plans to get my Land and my six
Niggas outta penll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a championship
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated
I dont know and I dont know why
Why they want us faded
I dont know why they hate us
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes
Baby, baby
I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million
Now Im in beach houses, cream to the ceiling
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now Im swimming in all the women that be tens
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins
Hoes of all complexions
I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga send em in
What you waiting for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a truck? 
Mercedes, cmere baby, you dont like the way
Its hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
Its ridiculous how you put your lips on this
Dont kiss right there, girlfriend, Im ticklish
And I be switching ves with a wrist full of Gs
Nigga please, Im the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated
I dont know and I dont know why
Why they want us faded
I dont know why they hate us
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes
Baby, baby
Now Puff rule the world even though Im young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum
Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggas wouldnt dare put they faces
Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new treasure on a old try
Now when my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the Mami chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks
Im about to buy the bar
And everywhere I drive Im a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, thats my car
It was days couldnt be fly, now Im in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll
Been around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated
I dont know and I dont know why
Why they want us faded
I dont know why they hate us
Is it our ladies
Or our drop Mercedes
Baby, baby
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OK after these messages well be back with
The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
applause
OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
Well get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, thatll do it
And welcome back as you can see 
Im Trevor Jones and Im sitting in
Ive been conversing with the Mad Rapper 
And hes still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else with him
And quite frankly hes even madder 
Mr. Producer why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, Imma Imma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad son!
Tell them niggas why you mad son!
Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatImsayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatImsayin?
I dont, I dont, I dont, I dont
I dont be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we dont play, we dont play that shit youknowhatImsayin?
That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatImsayin?
We aint, we dont do that shit, word, yeah
He aint no real producer neither
And then come to find out youknowhatImsayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, thats the shit that got me mad!
Thats the shit that got me mad!
Thats the shit, youknowhatImsayin?
YouknowhatImsayin? Thats the shit that feds me up
Word up, youknowhatImsayin?
Im watchin this nigga video youknowhatImsayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
Like that youknowhatImsayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
YouknowhatImsayin?
Im Im Im watchin this nigga video
The car goin two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
The nigga climbin out the fuckin car!
Let me see you try that shit on a train!
YouknowhatImsayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of shit, youknowhatImsayin?
Got a thousand niggas write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...