least instill the thought that I have a heart? When you see me, I'll wave hello again And we'll make contact and talk all night long When you see that
: Mase Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got
a store front, they gon see through that you sweet like bubble gum and they gon eat you how you blowing up n-gga, they chewing you and when you hit rock
nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes nigga, you
and no sleep But I can't keep myself from wandering Next night down in Montreal And when it rains I guess it pours Oh I say, when it rains it Pours and
You say you a spender, then put your money where your mouth is Go 'head, do ya dance I know you see all of this money in my hand And if you keep doin it for me
live on, I guess see you at the crossroad So many cry when we die and they wonder if we're in the sky see you at the crossroad I see you in my dream
millz, tyga tyga You can do whoever you like You can do whoever you like Yeah Im steppin out with my niggas tonight and you could do whoever you like you
crew like England mercked the Germans yeah and you can tell your boys ill kidnap pimp and sell your boys cuz you ent nothing but fakes and snakes see you
what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You but the
look at what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You
fly momma see-ta And trust me mayne when the club gets big You ain't even gotta ask I luv this shit The club is packed, the bottles is poppin We make it rain when
: Mase Yo yo this Mase youknowhatI'msayin? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got
always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal cords in half My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back Me and my axe will give your forehead
so decisive And I don't care if you like or you hate me I know you muthafuckas bout to underrate me You label me a paranoid schizophrenic Known on this
his Burmingham Hills Well fuck what you know about love Thoughts in my head Of people despise me and hate me and don't know me I hate you too So it's
look back...[1st verse] Looking back on when you left me Standing in the rain, in-credible pain I understand. you have to be your own person. and that's ok with me
