me, could only help build me I guess all that dirt just made me more filthy If being loyal's a crime, then I'm so guilty If you was missin a spine you
that makes you move? You ain't doin what'cha s'posed to so you gots ta prove somethin to the ones you love but you needs ta know If you ain't doin it
s like) Nobody can see you, but you (yeah, the East Side's perfect) Nobody can see you, but you (ha ha, now that's worth it) Nobody can see you, but you
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy Got shit poppin' like always you know so enjoy Dont make yourself
from the pitch black And smear you on the wall like taff and watch you gasp If you bust me back I murder you wit a flock of bats Snap a six-pack, pass
the jukebox One heavy pistol came from the nut house Pineapple soda pop, knock you off porches Village swift portrait, thrown to death on your horses Mean Warcloud, break you
: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got
still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me
a beach house she owned and a restaurant Took me in her crib and put Sade on As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight She came up behind me and squeezed
you move? You ain't doin' what'cha s'posed to so you gots to prove Somethin' to the ones you love but you needs to know If you ain't doin' it for yourself
'm eatin? ?n? came up a dismissive kid You lucky if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth Wild? Hardly, a man's man who would?a knew The beach houses
around us dog If you ain't a motherfuckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go Niggaz is grimey man, it's D-Block for real man You think these
give me a kiss now Get a room at the Swiss big as a beach house You the one girl, you the one girl You the one girl, you the one girl Put your finger
Leave them wit it look like Nelly, I didn't know If you was the Jackie Frost, then why didn't you say so? Somebody gotta shine my nigga, why not me? Even my dentist told me
town? But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution He kept me
to Yacth in the west keys Ride my Jet Skis lounge under the palm trees 'Cause you gotta have cheese for the summer house Piece on south beach Water so clear you
the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround, me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, diamonds in our grill tell me how
seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy the house on the beach