Kamikaze

Lyrics

[Intro: Ma$e] Yea-yea, yea-yea, yup, uh, uh Yea Yo 50 you came to Scoop a nigga now I'ma burn this joint down [Verse: Ma$e] I got the metro, Petro, the tech blow, echo and make niggas in the club move like it's techno Chick scream "Heck no" Flow this crazy, I gotta get a cheque for rap version of Creflo You hear it in my flow that I done fathered niggas I chill, go to church and I don't bother niggas But I'm gonna get mine regardless nigga And if you keep frontin' like a champ, I'm a Tarver niggas Come on, you got no unit, it's not a gorilla You got no beef it's not over scrilla Bunch of loud mouths and I'm a concealer, this is "Murda" nigga, I named you "Killa" Yeah Word on the street is Murda is home and the broads don't wanna leave Murda alone, come on More Franklyns than Aritha, go against Ma$e Betha and be ready for a ether, think I'm soft, but check it this is off the record If I brought it to a nigga it'd be off the record, uh Slow down easy, go down greasy, nigga take one right, give him four rounds easy Ain't no "ands" or "ifs" man, when I'm in the mix man, like I'm ambidextrous I pop left, switch hands And loved in VA cause I'm a rich man I open niggas chests like vicks, man [?] [?] in the M-A-$-E days I throw chicks on the bench like the 6 man, two drops or more Blue fox to floor, new drop azure, tube sox araur A flow this crazy [?] who dropped the ball The most controversial since 2Pac Shakur I'm givin' ya niggas murder with all the ice off I'm grimey like the park with the lights off I'm not Roy Jones I never take a night off Tryna get my money up to get my nigga Mice off And you don't want a problem nigga I feel like '97 Harlem nigga, so calm, so witty, so don, so pretty and if I Lift the mink up, blind the city, I put a nine in a line Then dimes coming with me and I'm finished with Bad Boy now I'm signed to 50 You think I'm in the booth still 'cause I got the coupe still Kriss back and forth, like how the crew chill Can we buy the restroom, ring like two mill'? So on the back, there is good for two fills I take her to the back, see the Jacob in the back She like "Ma$e don't mess up my make-up in the back" Come here and get rowdy rowdy I just pipe her Then I give her back to her man to wife her Most she get, probably school clothes and a Chrysler but you get bizarre Take it way far like I slayed the raw, 'till I say tomorrow You remember me for toting that thing around For half a century, they been throwing my name around Chicks get fidgety every time I came around [?] the enemy plus I got that anger now You know I pull up on the, Block, big grey, toast Your mixtape, host, get straight ghost This thing in my diesel, put out so many shots you could feel a breeze through one of your boys, please do Something to give me the right to leave you a hole in your head so big you could put a key through, cousin I'm it You Uncle Festa, that B2K flow, I might molest ya Don't even come 'less you coming for real 'cause right now I give you one that you won't even feel 'Fore you even get the nerve to put a gun to my grill You better speed on the highway, sleep under the wheel If you know like I know You just lie low when you hear the fire go, blaow, blaow, blaow, hit the floor Ha ha Or run for the door Yea [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's kamikaze, tell everybody We got the C4 to blow up the lobby Grab that ammo Cock the shotty Ma$e is back Tell everybody HARLEM STAND UP! [Interlude: 50 Cent] Yea! Now what y'all think about Ma$e on G-Unit! Now y'all know I don' care what you think Ha ha haa [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's kamikaze, tell everybody We got the C4 to blow up the lobby Grab (Ohhh, what!) that ammo Cock the shotty Ma$e is back Tell everybody HARLEM STAND UP! [Outro: 50 Cent] Ha ha Can you see it? Can you see the money? Ohhh The money It's coming M-A dollar sign E 50 What! Can't do nuttin' about it I know I'ma do next I'll buy Michael Jackson's house next I'll buy Neverland Invite all your kids over Ha ha ha ha Ohhh!