[Intro: Ma$e]

Yea-yea, yea-yea, yup, uh, uh

Yea

Yo

50 you came to Scoop a nigga now I'ma burn this joint down

[Verse: Ma$e]

I got the metro, Petro, the tech blow, echo and make niggas in the club move like it's techno

Chick scream "Heck no"

Flow this crazy, I gotta get a cheque for rap version of Creflo

You hear it in my flow that I done fathered niggas

I chill, go to church and I don't bother niggas

But I'm gonna get mine regardless nigga

And if you keep frontin' like a champ, I'm a Tarver niggas

Come on, you got no unit, it's not a gorilla

You got no beef it's not over scrilla

Bunch of loud mouths and I'm a concealer, this is "Murda" nigga, I named you "Killa"

Yeah

Word on the street is Murda is home and the broads don't wanna leave Murda alone, come on

More Franklyns than Aritha, go against Ma$e Betha and be ready for a ether, think I'm soft, but check it this is off the record

If I brought it to a nigga it'd be off the record, uh

Slow down easy, go down greasy, nigga take one right, give him four rounds easy

Ain't no "ands" or "ifs" man, when I'm in the mix man, like I'm ambidextrous I pop left, switch hands

And loved in VA cause I'm a rich man

I open niggas chests like vicks, man

DJ in the M-A-$-E days

I throw chicks on the bench like the 6 man, two drops or more

Blue fox to floor, new drop azure, tube sox araur

A flow this crazy then who dropped the ball

The most controversial since 2Pac Shakur

I'm givin' ya niggas murder with all the ice off

I'm grimey like the park with the lights off

I'm not Roy Jones I never take a night off

Tryna get my money up to get my nigga Mice off

And you don't want a problem nigga

I feel like '97 Harlem nigga, so calm, so witty, so don, so pretty and if I

Lift the mink up, blind the city, I put a .9 in a line

Then dimes coming with me and I'm finished with Bad Boy now I'm signed to 50

You think I'm in the booth still 'cause I got the coupe still

Kriss back and forth, like how the crew chill

Can we buy the restroom, ring like two mill'?

So on the back, there is good for two fills

I take her to the back, see the Jacob in the back

She like "Ma$e don't mess up my make-up in the back"

Come here and get rowdy rowdy

I just pipe her

Then I give her back to her man to wife her

Most she get, probably school clothes and a Chrysler but you get bizarre

Take it way far like I slayed the raw, 'till I say tomorrow

You remember me for toting that thing around

For half a century, they been throwing my name around

Chicks get fidgety every time I came around

Now its the enemy plus I got that anger now

You know I pull up on the, Block, big grey, toast

Your mixtape, host, get straight ghost

This thing in my diesel, put out so many shots you could feel a breeze through one of your boys, please do

Something to give me the right to leave you a hole in your head so big you could put a key through, cousin I'm it

You Uncle Festa, that B2K flow, I might molest ya

Don't even come 'less you coming for real 'cause right now I give you one that you won't even feel

'Fore you even get the nerve to put a gun to my grill

You better speed on the highway, sleep under the wheel

If you know like I know

You just lie low when you hear the fire go, blaow, blaow, blaow, hit the floor

Ha ha

Or run for the door

Yea

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's kamikaze, tell everybody

We got the C4 to blow up the lobby

Grab that ammo

Cock the shotty

Ma$e is back

Tell everybody

HARLEM STAND UP!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]

Yea!

Now what y'all think about Ma$e on G-Unit!

Now y'all know I don' care what you think

Ha ha haa

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's kamikaze, tell everybody

We got the C4 to blow up the lobby

Grab (Ohhh, what!) that ammo

Cock the shotty

Ma$e is back

Tell everybody

HARLEM STAND UP!

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Ha ha

Can you see it?

Can you see the money?

Ohhh

The money

It's coming

M-A dollar sign E

50

What!

Can't do nuttin' about it

I know I'ma do next

I'll buy Michael Jackson's house next

I'll buy Neverland

Invite all your kids over

Ha ha ha ha

Ohhh!