The streets is mad right now

Tell em why we mad

Rappers whatever you call yourself

Pack ya bags and get out of town

Cause I'ma strike down on thee wit great vengence and furious anger

Those who attempt to poison da hood

I'ma let y'all know da preacher's son is back

Uh, Refugee, one time, one time

Uh, M.O.P., two time, two time, one time

Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble

Come on



Yo, you're number one on the charts

You're a masquerade

Paid for your billboard slots

You're a masquerade

Because the block knows hot

You're a masquerade

You're livin in a uh

You're livin in a masquerade



I'm on first

So, this ain't a rap verse

It's more like a voodoo curse

So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse

Cause you lie too much

You don't got no gat

At your arm reach is ink

At your headpiece now you pissin in your briefs

Hold up

We just saw you on your BET and MTV, a public access channel

Talkin bout I'ma thug

You're an animal, a canibal, you even scare hannibal

But when the blackout came no light for your candle

So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade

And I'ma call it like I see it

Ay, y'all living in a masquerade

Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes

Money wit no respect ¨C that makes you a suspect

So you can't ride through Brownsville

You want peace you better call Churchill

If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P. family and plays guitar at your eulogy



You wanna claim you run da block

You're a masquerade

Givin information to the cops

You're a masquerade

I mean you never seen a rock

You're livin in a uh

You're livin in a masquerade

Masquerade



Now the grimy lil bastards line up

Time's up

I'm up

They say we dem dans to show you how to get it crunk

I'm still plottin wit Fox

Today

I do it wit Clef

Whoever

We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty

You youngstas better get back before you get a set back and get clapped

That's it and that's that

Clef



Hold that

Take all dat and fall back

I kick too much ass

Kick ass

To rock jewels, rock Prada

F-ck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta

We still grip arms Brook norm bound sh-t

The streets don't want that watered down sh-t

Fam, we clear the whole stage

You don't wannaa ride wit us

We got road rage



Now I'ma let my hood tell you

You're a masquerade

I bet you feedin the dogs

You're a masquerade

I thought we still and we rob

You're a masquerade

You're livin in a uh

You're livin in a masquerade



I'm hittin sixteen bars

A murder, real murder, baby

This ain't a façade

N¡ªgas pumpin they fist like they punchin at gods

Over ten years rippin MC

I bring it hard

Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card

R&B singer the greatest and now barred

Cause he been feelin on booties of too young cuties

Got mo bombs left

You punk n¡ªgas, we used to shake your pumpy hands

You'll have no arms left

You ain't a pimp

You ain't a mack

You keep b¡ªches in the house all day

I keep em on the track

Drinkin cocoa and wearin long mink coats black

Hit em twelve-inch stilettos

Tappin through the ghetto

I can see it in your eyes

Little n¡ªgas you ain't a part of shakin n¡ªgas hand, shakin n¡ªgas heart

I keep the underground in shape

It never be soft

You wanna make it like them fat naked b¡ªches turnin me off



Now I'ma let my hood tell you

You're a masquerade

I bet you feedin the dogs

You're a masquerade

I thought we still and we rob

You're a masquerade

You're livin in a uh

You're livin in a masquerade



Neary Paneary won't you take em to the Middle East