Ma$e - I'm No k**a lyrics

Yo, check this sh** out I ain't no k**a n***a But you could make me one You punk muttherf**ers [Verse 1] See I'm all big benzes, coupes and hummer trucks Hoes don't really like me I'm just somethin to f** What it gone take to make cats slow up Do I got to go back to pickin 4-4 up Leavin' the seen for teams that gone make them throw up I'm the reason the witness don't ever show up Wanna be safe from Mase give a safe to Mase Neither judge or the jury wanna take this case One in your mouth you don't know the rage I'm in Matter fact you don't know how mad you made my men I got n***as at your moms house 8am And after they through with you they go and blaze your men You was a** way back then, should of laid you then Grab a n***a out the building trey straight to his chin Pull a bullet to his chest that a change his wind And don't care bout the pain he's in [Chorus - Puff Daddy] I'm no k**a, but you could make me one I'm no thug, but you could make me one I'm no hustla, but you could make me one I'm no gangsta, so don't make me one [Verse 2] Who would ever, ever ,ever make a n***a try me What you think sumthin tangy bout Mase I see What it take for blood to clog n***as IVs For cats to sit back and think bout me Now why you better yet how you Be a light skinned n***a that get fount sky blue Either all summer long you been ducking paru Or half y'all cats just scared to by blue Wit Mase your rival, Mase is liable Put Blink beside you, then tape and tie you Rape and hide you, in the lake they find you With no prints cops can't trace what I do Now your mother think her baby didn't deserve this sh** Well her baby shouldn't f** with a third of my brick I got people that's payin think they ain't concern with this Is you thinkin how could one bullet burn like this Put the word out I want that black suburban hit One think side of the story from a top journalist When you dropped in a box with worms on your wrist Other n***as learn from this [Chorus] [Verse 3] Half these cats spit it don't even live it And according to they digits they all midgets See me I rocks wit it, 6 months shock did it I go up state see all my cats and count digits You got guns but never get knocked wit it Cuz if I'm stopped wit it the cops get it I'm one of the few that talk about gators and got lizards You got ice but never go on the block wit it Jerk your work and you go n still rock wit it I'll rapped till I'm clapped like Big and Pac did it Mase get his message from a lifer He said shorty I was young I was just like ya Now I'm illy wit the best snipers Did wheelies wit the best bikers Gettin' head from confessed dikers Saddle thugs and that's just righteous n***as don't want a war, n***as just hyper Movin off a motions I'm no dude for commotion Leave n***as bruised in the ocean Neck broken head open chest soakin Fund him piece by piece wit the rest floatin