NY Confidential Masta Ace
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Yo, Call me M-A
Nigga jam like Jimmay
Caught a rimmay, make em strip like Timmay
Niggas know my shit hot like tamale
In the V with 3 squales, no time to polly
M dot A dot J O R, may go far
Love how I lay those bars
Play those cars
Shit chromed out, zoned out
Club bound, these clowns show me love now
Mad years still at it, these niggas had it
On the radio's most added
Plus I got the street too and the 32-5
Rap for the love but gotta eat too, what
I got it covered like glove to hand
Whose the man, mad chicks love the van
They all wanna get in it then sit in it
Even fat ones, that can't fit in it
Cause they know my teams' special
Lay you on your back and undress you and bless you, yes you
It really is no task, getting the ass
The I-class, wood dash, making it last
I'm trying to see platinum plus, kick dust
Fabulous, trust, in god we must
Stay hot like hundred degrees, LP's & CD's
Hard to believe these, cops & DT's
Got lead like a pencil
How it feel when the world against you
You know we bench you
Keepin' yall high is essential, yo N-Y confidential
Nigga jam like Jimmay
Caught a rimmay, make em strip like Timmay
Niggas know my shit hot like tamale
In the V with 3 squales, no time to polly
M dot A dot J O R, may go far
Love how I lay those bars
Play those cars
Shit chromed out, zoned out
Club bound, these clowns show me love now
Mad years still at it, these niggas had it
On the radio's most added
Plus I got the street too and the 32-5
Rap for the love but gotta eat too, what
I got it covered like glove to hand
Whose the man, mad chicks love the van
They all wanna get in it then sit in it
Even fat ones, that can't fit in it
Cause they know my teams' special
Lay you on your back and undress you and bless you, yes you
It really is no task, getting the ass
The I-class, wood dash, making it last
I'm trying to see platinum plus, kick dust
Fabulous, trust, in god we must
Stay hot like hundred degrees, LP's & CD's
Hard to believe these, cops & DT's
Got lead like a pencil
How it feel when the world against you
You know we bench you
Keepin' yall high is essential, yo N-Y confidential
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