Da Ranjahz - Masaqua Muzik lyrics

[Intro: sample (Raekwon)] Wanna f** with me? (Let's go, let's go, yo Got my brother Cee Allah in here, no doubt, no doubt Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, aiyo, let's do it Lord) [Wais] It goe live from the jump off, I dump off shells Drink liquor so pure, you get drunk off smells Dog, I ain't rappin' to fail I'm tryin to stash mil', so I can have money for bail So when you actin' out of pocket, I blast rockets Just coke, weight it up, cook it, cut it, chop it Bag a ho, take her home, gut it, drop it Give it six months, Ranjahz floodin' the market With, thugs and thieves and, that come out in the evening And sleep all day, it's the Brooklyn way When we cop new cars, just to build new stashes f** menopause, my guns give you hot flashes Wais, I put a rapper corks in the hole And tattoo my skin, cuz it's only close for the soul b**h n***a, get you knowin' role Hop you dancin' a** on stage, get to knowin' a pro I flow lithium, and rap vikadin, every verse is a cla**ic It don't even make no sense bitin' them Two ten, it don't make no sense fightin' 'em We hate you, it don't make no sense likin' them All hoods, I'm invitin' 'em Step in the square, I'll Tyson 'em, spit with the kid I got a sixteen gauge, that'll shift your ribs Put my face on your record, it becomes a street hit [Haph Dead] This ain't rap motherf**er, this is Masaqua Muzik Manson, Charles & Marilyn, forget about dancin' n***as can't see me, forget about glancin' Your raps too handsome, the game is ugly My whole life is like Vegas, I live it to gamble it This one is for my n***as on the block, still scramblin' Or trapped in the box, pray to be a free man again You know the H.A.P.H. is rippin' Bout to blow like an airbag, when the whip lose handling Crash dummy n***as, I ain't worth battlin' Spiced ham n***as, we can never be fam again Listen to my venom and respect how I channel it I spit that '86, rap attack, air a staircase Dollar bill with the straw, smack every letter Drama crack, here a scary pity pack era And I still don a party, if I can't get the better end [Raekwon] Introducing nothing but fly hands, call me Saddam Only thing I got is bombs Lex, let the bell ring, yo, eat well Twelve n***as heads and bling, if not, send 'em to jail He got new joints, chest like bulky, similar to The Hulk Green weed, can't believe he bumped me Young kid, dressed flashly, peep the New York Times Got an article on how to read rhymes Yo, caught me in the Journal, thermal set Feedin' 48 laws, gain power, changin' us all Thus me, The Ranjahz, the young angels Agust the flames, little mic piece in the Range Top n***as, cuz we get live, ride high n***as Yo, run up and body n***as, chew 'em on stage Yeah, criminals, have to eat food Sit back, yo, absorb the message, grin it, cuz it's due