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(feat. Cardan (Harlem World), Mase) [Intro: Cardan] Yeah, Yeah, Check It out I'm Cardan right, niggaz think 16 is young Sum niggaz think 16 is sleet [Verse 1: Cardan] Now how you gon come against an army with a handgun I'm Cardan, you wouldn't understand son I be on of them niggaz shoot a three, get a and 1 Blacked out, 006, next to Cam'ron See ya if I see ya, If I don't Bye Bye, Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's Punishing you, servin' you notes above the cockeyes I walk the city alone, Not Biggie or Bone They miss me at home, half a million sittin' on crome Could of schooled me, on how to listen and learn So when I get my shit, It's earned like I'm Dennis the worm You gotta live it and learn, Till your bridges get burned I'm not stoppin' till I drop, I am just speakin' in a swerve So if you wanna act now, I'll make you get up and I'll sit you back down SongtexteYo Clue, hit the switches in the background move him up, he made me do this Don't kill him, bruise him up Make him switch sides like Roscoe, That's how we use him up Take a little ride wit 'em, glide wit'em Switch glocks on him, spit on your hand Hypest tears neva cry wit 'em His girl, she's blind wit 'em Used to pack his nine wit 'em Sold eights to cakes, the key wit the dimes in 'em That's buggin' our life, But I can see ya'll niggaz faces now Coverin' ya'll mouths, Ayo you had to hear Cardan and Nore thuggin' it out I think sum niggaz on the run eatin', sluggin' it out I'm bout to flow on, put on ya'll seat belts nigga hold on, ain't nuthin' funny, since part two of show me the money, My age I can't mention wit' the shit that I'm spittin' Rippin' niggaz into ??fissures?? like I'm hotta than kitchens You gotta flow, come on nigga rhyme wit us, come on get some shine wit us my niggaz eat, still pack heat and still grind wit us [Hook: Mase] Time Is Money Never knew there'd be days like this Never knew days like this Tired of Ballin' Gettin' hard to live wit niggaz on my dick Niggaz always on my dick [x2] [Verse 2: Mase] Brace the stage, so right now you dealin' wit a great ain't enough bullets in your gun to scare me straight When beef escalate You the next to scate I'll be around, Till you hit the ground ??left of the Jakes?? The Christians come through, they bless you awake you test your fate, I'll hit your chest wit an eight my thing come down, damn, you get an extra eight Ain't a big man too big to rest in a lake I do this for cats who's name i can't mention Dropped down hoes, and about 72 wenchin' got in beef, and got paid at the entrance Turned at the boy, He had to do their sentence Critics complain, I dress to fly, but I bet you I will never testify When I size a nigga up, I measure the Guy So if his man front, he be he next to die I can see it in your eye, all you wanna do is ??maneuve?? So I think it's time that I pick up and move Got a house in new Jeru, Where I always be goin' I got keys that I leave for my niggaz, when I'm Buttlers that bring me buffets at the Don Six mexicans get paid to mow my lawn I feel cats, be able to flow in the oasis Louis the 13th, no more nigga, taste this The life I live I can't escape it face it, iced up roly to me, just a basic Take my shit to Tito, just to get a facelift Buy extra cases, musta misplaced it, I don't think I'm too good to do what you should do You just anutha nigaa don't wanna see me famous See I, left hood life for the good life, Call up Tito Cause he gon give he a good price yo Mami Friends, say I'm Dabien, So if a nigga think I'm sweet, Tell 'em Try me Then, Why you worried bout how I be in my BM, ain't ya lucnhbreak over, go back to IBM Whatcha want huh? Cardan. Mase Murder. Harlem World. Desert Storm. Penelty. Clue. Whut Whut. [Hook:] [Hook:] Aus Songtexte Mania