Live Thru Us Masta Ace
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[Intro]
Dripping on 'em. Y'all know me. Yeah. Mast to the Ace. Uh. I.N.C. to the fullest. Once again. Back is the incredible
[Hook]
I.N.C. drop shit that's so toxic
Niggas pop shit but can't stop shit
Never too much, never can you touch
Nothing you can give to us so live through us
[Verse One]
We pack the club like free drinks, hoes with the mink
Scheme on this, trying to make cream on this
My team on this
In good hands at All States in all boroughs, we wild thorough
The Tri-Borough felt us
Y'all hot? Can't melt us
Mast to the id-ace like a blast to the fid-ace
Eyes bug
Like a E-Class when you're with Ace
Go down on it, blow up the town on it
Brand new CD with a hot sound on it
Niggas try to frown on it, bust a round on it
Wanna clown on it but really they feeling it
If it ain't nailed down, Brooklyn is stealing it
And shorty with the weave got a trick up her sleeve
Depending on what you driving in when you leave
Play you like Steve, Urkel, try to hurt you
In your pocket, tell you a lie that you'll believe
It's true, one track mind, one logic, dollar sign
None of y'all niggas can follow mine
Word up
Dripping on 'em. Y'all know me. Yeah. Mast to the Ace. Uh. I.N.C. to the fullest. Once again. Back is the incredible
[Hook]
I.N.C. drop shit that's so toxic
Niggas pop shit but can't stop shit
Never too much, never can you touch
Nothing you can give to us so live through us
[Verse One]
We pack the club like free drinks, hoes with the mink
Scheme on this, trying to make cream on this
My team on this
In good hands at All States in all boroughs, we wild thorough
The Tri-Borough felt us
Y'all hot? Can't melt us
Mast to the id-ace like a blast to the fid-ace
Eyes bug
Like a E-Class when you're with Ace
Go down on it, blow up the town on it
Brand new CD with a hot sound on it
Niggas try to frown on it, bust a round on it
Wanna clown on it but really they feeling it
If it ain't nailed down, Brooklyn is stealing it
And shorty with the weave got a trick up her sleeve
Depending on what you driving in when you leave
Play you like Steve, Urkel, try to hurt you
In your pocket, tell you a lie that you'll believe
It's true, one track mind, one logic, dollar sign
None of y'all niggas can follow mine
Word up
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