[VERSE 1: Craig G]
Rappers throw away your clock 'cause time's up
You flip type smooth with your raps but you wind up
Two steps behind, maybe three, even four steps
Yo Ace, are you ready to rip this track? (Sure bet)
As I flip on the mic like a acrobat
Wherever I land my plan will attack the wack
Craig G coming swift like a pitch from Orel Hirshiser
Baby, worst guys
Come one by one, so I can show some
Weak individuals where I'm coming from
And if you think you're live, think up mellow thoughts
Before I fly that ass just like a heliport
I mean so fast they won't feel a thing
Cause it won't mean shit if it don't got the hip-hop swing
And picking up the mic is my duty
(Yo Craig G, give it to me)
[VERSE 2: Masta Ace]
Yeah, that sounds kinda dumb, so
I grab the mic and put all you crumbs low
I know you fiend for this type of routine
But that's just a wish, A Midsummer Night's Dream
So don't get close or you might get a dose of
The Master Ace at a much faster pace
Moving and grooving, kicking the fly type of shit
Hyper with a track that is ripe to get
On the good foot, so I could put
More strain as I (w)rap like cellophane
The first, third and fifth letters of the alphabet
Some kid tried to front with a death threat
He balled up his hands and out of hate did it
But take that fist and masturbate with it
10-9-8-7-6-5
Master Ace and Craig G getting live
Now I'm not a sex symbol but so many girls wanna do me
(Yo Ace, give it to me)
Rappers throw away your clock 'cause time's up
You flip type smooth with your raps but you wind up
Two steps behind, maybe three, even four steps
Yo Ace, are you ready to rip this track? (Sure bet)
As I flip on the mic like a acrobat
Wherever I land my plan will attack the wack
Craig G coming swift like a pitch from Orel Hirshiser
Baby, worst guys
Come one by one, so I can show some
Weak individuals where I'm coming from
And if you think you're live, think up mellow thoughts
Before I fly that ass just like a heliport
I mean so fast they won't feel a thing
Cause it won't mean shit if it don't got the hip-hop swing
And picking up the mic is my duty
(Yo Craig G, give it to me)
[VERSE 2: Masta Ace]
Yeah, that sounds kinda dumb, so
I grab the mic and put all you crumbs low
I know you fiend for this type of routine
But that's just a wish, A Midsummer Night's Dream
So don't get close or you might get a dose of
The Master Ace at a much faster pace
Moving and grooving, kicking the fly type of shit
Hyper with a track that is ripe to get
On the good foot, so I could put
More strain as I (w)rap like cellophane
The first, third and fifth letters of the alphabet
Some kid tried to front with a death threat
He balled up his hands and out of hate did it
But take that fist and masturbate with it
10-9-8-7-6-5
Master Ace and Craig G getting live
Now I'm not a sex symbol but so many girls wanna do me
(Yo Ace, give it to me)
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