เนื้อเพลง Take What's Yours - Mase

f/ DMX

Verse One: Mase
Yo, I be that young fly fellow, guy thorough
Die over dinero, hit everything in the tri-barrel
And I'm the newest member of the Bad Boy team
And I'ma bring this n*gga Puff mad more C.R.E.A.M.
With hooks galore, leave this city shook for sure
And I'ma take 'em back where Biggie took 'em before
You stare ***
Since you can't stay up eith the ***
And stick to what you do best, stick to wearin' coke
You lookin' for excuses, ways to say you're broke
Can't keep a whip, cause you can't pay the note
F*ck decide, *** on top, Mercedes drop
Black 380's ***, till the day I get knocked
All I ask when I die, dress me fly and neatly
And bust my waist, so I'm handsome when the b*tches greet me
Word from the wise, n*ggaz jerk pies, we hurt them guys
Bust lead, to skin they head and leave them circumcised
So how you wanna settle this?
Rappin' or on some ghetto sh*t
We can do it yo way, with mics or with metal sh*t

Chorus: DMX
N*ggaz wanna shout, I'ma make noise
N*ggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars
N*ggaz wanna shout, I'ma make noise
N*ggaz run they mouth, I'ma break jaws
Mase is comin' out, we gon' take yours
Harlem World uptown baby, we make wars

Verse Two: Mase
Yo, yo before it's all over, lot of blood gon' be spilled
We ain't discriminatin' even thugs gon' be killed
We early inheritors ***
If a n*gga get sheist then we form as a team
Bullsh*t if you want and it be on for this C.R.E.A.M.
The weatherman don't even know the storm I'ma bring
But yo, I'm not the man, with ***
So before you grab gats to jack, remember that
You take doe from Mase, you might as well send it back
I got thugs everywhere, where you gon' spend it at?
When clicks come to brawl, everything got hit, fall
N*ggaz play sick wid y'all, but we ain't sick at all
No matter how big or small, I get rid of y'all
The sh*t I spit at y'all, come in one size fit all

Chorus

Verse three: Mase
Yo, yo if you think I'm on some sweet sh*t
Then won't you creep quick, I let the heat spit
Make a n*gga Jeep flip, classy criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splat for the minimal
We never vest up, be in a double breast tux
Plus keep a fresh cut, ***
I let one lose, to show you I ain't the one Duke
And I ain't puffin' off a n*gga or my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em n*ggaz gun proof
Watch them n*ggaz drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be lead bustin', leavin' n*ggaz head gushin'
You n*ggaz talkin' 'bout guns like you ***
I'll be lacin' 'em, hollow tips, I be wastin' 'em
That's what you faggots get, tryin' to f*ck with Mase and 'em
Bad Boy, '97, front, there'll be none o' that
And all you cats, one in your trap, one in your cap

Chorus