Song lyrics Gettin' it by Ma$e

[Mase]
How īmy complain, na?
When Iīm as pretty as my father?
And he got 60 hoes (60 hoes?)
That know each other (yeah)

Yo, Iīm the problem niggaīs got, but scared to step to it
If a nigga really want it with me? Letīs do it
See cats in the club, itīs just music
Thieves and killersīll tell ya, I just proved it
I set the tone, ya niggaīs adjust to it
Spit bars, niggaīs do sets and repīs to it
Iīm the type that get 30 years and rep through it
Want it witī us? Come put your best to it
Come clean now, Iīll send these tests to it
I should get a Nike contract the way I "Just Do It"
You know I hide Bīs on it
Come on B.S. and leave on it
Get 50 grand and breathe on it
Red dot, squeeze on it, drop keys on it
Might hit a chicken and then put Cease on it
Cats get greed in war with the heat of they jaw
Somebody move wrong, I put they teeth on the floor
If they donīt show you where the coke at, beat īem some more
Make īem see how it feel to have to eat through a straw
While Iīm sittinī in the car, chick goinī to get my jar
So I greet them like the chicken they are
Said Shorty, if you ever follow me and spit a clip in my car
Tell ya now, thatīs like lynchinī the law
Ainīt no gettinī up if I hit you
So all them cowards wanna ride with you
They either die with you, or lie cripple
Mess with me, now why would you?
Niggaīs die dealinī with dough thatīs quadruple
Double Up

[1 - Mase & Flex]
Where all my down super starīs at? (Gettinī it)
Where the cats at the barn at? (Gettinī it)
Where the 90 girls that? (Gettinī it)
Where the girls around the world at? (Gettinī it)

Real hair, real furs (Gettinī it)
Got a house thatīs hers (Gettinī it)
For my niggas outta town at (Gettinī it)
Canīt forget my niggas locked down at
(Gettinī it, uh huh)

[Mase]
Yo, itīs like some be real, sold me three and squeal
Some hold they head, some see appeal
Some come home wild in the week to kill
Then show old cats young cats be real
Deep throat be how I greet my chick
Any hoe suck a dick, got at least a six
Any man call me famī, got at least a brick
Shut the whole morgue down just for Easter kicks
When Iīm down and out and I need the chips
Vietnam will be how I leave your script
And it take dough just to reach the rich
So canīt no senator impeach my ssshhhhhh
And donīt rush to be somethinī that youīre not
Reworn up lies, keep guns cocked
And any cat mess with us get one shot
To do what he gotta do and get somethinī hot
Blaque, back up, what what
Blaque, back up, All Out
(Where you at? Where you at?)

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[Mase]
Yo, please donīt make Murda live out the name
Iīm only here to get enough, then Iīm out the game
A nigga didnīt want drama, why he came?
Itīs like tryinī to win, know you cross the grain
Messinī with my niggas, yaīll will both get the same
Cut īcross the face, now you both look the same
Still wanted for the bricks, took up in Maine
Run up for ya chain, fifth cop aim
Please donīt be stupid, come out the chain
Donīt be a hero, this clip will bang
A nigga like Mase probably got everything
X-30 Gīs, then why buy a plane?
No skinny Benzīs, wide-bodied things
Four dot, six dot, chick dot Range
Uh, All Out (cīmon)
Bad Boy, Double Up
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
Itīs not a game

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Come on, Come on