Crew Of The Year Ma$e

[mase]
Yo, throw the beat on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Trackmaster
Harlem world, the movement
The commisioner
Cuda love up above
This shit is not a game
Ya hear me?

[meeno]
Suprise, I'm 'bout to blow right before your eyes
Recognize the steelo of this nigga meeno
First of all, there will be no type of discussion
For this money, the industry I'm bum-rushing
And trusting who? Never that, only crew
And who's my crew? A chosen few that's how I do
So I could walk harlem days, let it creep harlem nights
Bum bitches givin' blows, parties and gunfights
Only right, I be the spark that will ignite
Explosions, mic erosion, niggas is foldin'
And we are holdin' down the track
Proceed with caution, stop your flossin' or see a coffin
Guess what, what? It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga frontin' hard, so now I gotta blow his spot up
Show 'em i'mma be the one that's gonna blow 'em
Out the box, with the ox, nice to know 'em
Then screw him, like white castle I ran right through him
Right through him, like I never knew him