Ma$e - Wanna Hurt Mase? lyrics

[1] - Do you really wanna hurt Mase? Or do you really wanna make me cry? Or is it really that you envy Mase? Or you don't really wanna see me fly? Do you really wanna hurt Mase? Or do you really wanna make me cry? Or is it really that you envy Mase? Or you don't really wanna see me fly? Now you don't wanna see me angry Ain't enough cops or cuffs to chain me Days to arraign me, KKK's to hang me, insane me Ya need ice picks to bang me Need more than a straight jacket to restrain me Or more guns with my prints for you to frame me and mame me n***a, look at you and look at us My duns don't fuss, Harlem win you with a thrush n***a you better hush, I can mess out the cave n***as still get touched And them little ones you bust ain't enough for us Listen here, Mase'll make you disappear And yo' mouth'll be the reason that you missed this year Man who needs ya? You don't need me, I don't need you neither That's why my next Lex gon' be a two seater And the things I do to you won't leave you beautiful And though yo' feelin' f** me, I'm feelin' mutual [Repeat 1] From the M to the A n***a dollar sign E Come around money if you ever tryin' to find me I was murder for six years, seen no clean from it Drop murder off, Mase woke up at Teen Summit My n***as joke, n***as broke, k** a laugh I got power, make a call, get a mil' in cash Like my money and ya ain't cuz they don't tax me Actually, anything you got to ask me, fax me I'm no Beamer dreamer, I'm a Bentley man Car totally smashed threw out 50 grand How ya figure ya bigger when Mase that n***a And every style I deliver come with much charisma Knock it off, now will ya , I'm the one that b**hes live for Don't get me wrong you n***as make it hot I make it sizzler And I don't know you cats, so don't you get familiar And if you violate me and mine I guarentee I peel ya [Repeat 1] If I ever whisper on a remix, I got C-chips Time is money, when you talk gotta be quick I don't see how ya'll hang or even be wit n***as ridin' in the Benz with only one V-6 But I know how it is when ya go into the bar Got girls overreact, they thowin' you a star Got n***as player hatin' don't even know who you are And go as far as leavin' bullet holes in yo' car When you're from Harlem World n***as never see yo' views They wait for you to flop or be on BET News All they see the G's and j**els, V's that ya cruise Being the underdogs, they can't wait to see us lose Don't hate me, thank me I don't get mad when n***a's b**hes prank me Make you cranky to see me places that you can't be I'm too pretty to let you n***as shank me And frankly, know you probably hate me cause you ain't me [Repeat 1]