Minute Man Lyrics by Mase

Minute Man Lyrics

    [mase]
    Uh, uh, uh, yo
    Harlem world gon' make me rich
    Harlem world gon' take your bitch
    Harlem world is the place to be
    This m-a-dollar sign-e

    [stase]
    Yo, hold up keep it steady
    Y'all chicks ain't really ready
    Y'all sweating stase already
    And i ain't pushing a chevy
    I ain't even lyin', i ain't even sign
    People want my back
    Yo, what's up with that?
    See, running out the mouth gon' get your face slapped
    Tell me do you like what you see
    Is it tight as could be?
    No, mase ain't writing for me
    And i have no desire to be
    Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
    Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
    You ain't certified harlem world get from 'round me
    And mase my big brother thats why you surround me
    You could drop me off the same place you found me
    Cuz it won't be long before you have to crown me
    If i'm chicken, i'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
    And men die with chicks, so am i worth kissin?

    1 - i hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
    I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
    I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
    Wanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the low

    I hate the ones that don't suck no (ow)
    I hate the ones who date them dumb chicks
    I hate the ones who wanna get you for your dough
    Wanna be a (ow)? be a (ow), on the low

    [loon]
    Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight
    Even though we fight, because the dough be like
    When the dough be right
    You know we havin a ball
    Sippin on cristall and all
    Chicks smile and all
    Yo' dealing wit fishkill and oil
    Ice on the wrist dial and all
    But nevertheless, boo there was never a test
    That stopped me from loving you best
    I'm hypnotized, girl by your hips and thighs
    Definitely your lips and eyes
    Them chicks can slide
    They tryin' to be all in the mix
    Your girlfriend ballin' a 6, and holdin' my tip
    But boo, there's only room for 2
    Until i get the coupe for you
    You know how i do
    And then you could scoop your crew
    And do what you wants to do

    Repeat 1

    [naughty]
    Naughty, naughty, naughty
    I went from cradle to crawlin', to a stroller
    Way i was strollin' and hopin when i get older
    That i be holy
    Kicks to camp *** floatin' with naught'
    A boat and a yacht
    Was all that i was hopin to rock
    As a young kid stacked and eventually learned
    That money was made for that
    Never meant to be burned
    Why lets all get this
    Using that 'i murder you face'
    I be the youngest nigga pushin' a convertible eight
    But thought *** to that they gon' taste this ***
    Got some honies to the back so they can chase my dick
    When i die they'll be a headstone big as a ***
    And a pack of fifty redbones diggin' me up
    For the fact, played it back
    And i'm tryin' to see me, a house and six floors
    And peranhas a week
    Got a spouse, deep throats while i'm tryin' to sleep
    Lookin' out for b-4's every diamond creek

    [huddy combs]
    But you slow money, cuz it's better than no money
    I only crap out when i play with your money
    You know huddy, still sittin' on old money
    I only hang wit mase cuz he keeps them hoes for me
    Kick a little bit, but yo i'm no dummy
    Your girl love me, so you keeping your girl from me
    And tellin' lies, gettin caught in different rides
    Wit different guys, stay different in different pops, what

    Repeat 1 until fade

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