[Intro: Ma$e]

Uh, and it don't stop

[Verse 1: Ma$e]

See I’m all big benzes, coupes and hummer trucks

Hoes don’t really like me I’m just somethin to fuck

What it gone take to make cats slow up

Do I got to go back to pickin 4-4 up

Leavin’ the seen for teams that gone make them throw up

I'm the reason the witness don’t never show up

Wanna be safe from Mase give the safe to Mase

Neither judge or the jury wanna take this case

One in your mouth you don’t know the rage I’m in

Matter fact you don’t know how mad you made my men

I got niggas at your moms house 8 AM

And after they through with you they go and blaze your men

You was ass way back then, should of laid you then

Grab a nigga out the building Tre 8 to his chin

Pull a bullet to his chest that a change his wind

And don’t care bout the pain he's in

[Chorus: Diddy & Ma$e]

I’m no killa, but you could make me one

I’m no thug, but you could make me one

I’m no hustla, but you could make me one

I’m no gangsta, so don’t make me one

[Verse 2: Ma$e]

Who would ever, ever ,ever make a nigga try me

What you think sumthin tangy bout Mase I see

What it take for blood to clog niggas IVs

For cats to sit back and think why me

Now why you better yet how you

Be a light skinned nigga that get fount sky blue

Either all summer long you been ducking Piru

Or half y’all niggas just scared to buy blue

Wit Mase your rival, Mase is liable

Put Blink beside you, then tape and tie you

Rape and hide you, in the lake they find you

With no prints cops can't trace what I do

Now your mother think her baby didn’t deserve this shit

Well her baby shouldn’t fuck with a third of my brick

I got people that’s payin think they ain’t concern with this

Is you thinkin how could one bullet burn like this

Put the word out I want that black suburban hit

One think side of the story from a Vibe journalist

When you dropped in a box with worms on your wrist

Other niggas learn from this

[Chorus: Diddy & Ma$e]

I’m no killa, but you could make me one

I’m no thug, but you could make me one

I’m no hustla, but you could make me one

I’m no gangsta, so don’t make me one

[Verse 3: Ma$e]

Half these cats spit it don’t even live it

And according to they digits they all midgets

See me I rocks wit it, 6 months shock bid it

I go up state see all my cats and count digits

You got guns but never get knocked wit it

Cuz if I’m stopped wit it the cops get it

I'm one of the few that talk about gators and got lizards

You got ice but never go on the block wit it

Jerk your work and you go n still rock wit it

I'll rapped till I’m clapped like Big and Pac did it

Mase get his message from a lifer

He said shorty I was young I was just like ya

Now I’m illy wit the best snipers

Did wheelies wit the best bikers

Gettin’ head from confessed dikers

Saddle thugs and that’s just righteous

Niggas don’t want a war, niggas just hyper

Movin off a motions, I'm no dude for commotion

Leave niggas bruised in the ocean

Neck broken head open chest soakin

Found him piece by piece wit the rest floatin

[Chorus: Diddy & Ma$e]

I’m no killa, but you could make me one (Yeah, don't make me one)

I’m no thug, but you could make me one (Motherfucker, don't make me one)

I’m no hustla, but you could make me one (Fuck what you heard, nigga)

I’m no gangsta, so don’t make me one (I'm gonna tell you wassup)

I’m no killa, but you could make me one (You can't stop me)

I’m no thug, but you could make me one ('99)

I’m no hustla, but you could make me one

I’m no gangsta, so don’t make me one (So, wassup motherfucker?)