Masta Ace - Give It To Me lyrics

[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 comin swift like a pitch from Orel Hirshiser ( ? ) Come one by one, so I can show some Weak individuals where I'm comin from And if you think you're live, think up mellow thoughts Before I fly that a** just like a ( ? ) I mean so fast they won't feel a thing Cause it won't mean sh** if it don't got the hip-hop swing And pickin 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 Movin and groovin, kickin the fly type of sh** 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 tirst, third and fifth letters of the alphabet Some kid tried to front with a d**h 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 gettin live Now I'm not a s** symbol but so many girls wanna do me (Yo Ace, give it to me) [VERSE 3: Craig G] MC's like Lego blocks, I use 'em to build with And me and Marley Marl is comin off with the ill sh** I drop crews like my fingers were bu*tery But I approach with force, not subtly Attack like a viking, call me Hgar the Horrible Your days are worse, or maybe tomorrow will Be a better day, so don't you ever say Craig G's wack because you might get pimp slapped So yo, don't ever try to do this Cause 14 men on steroids can't move this The Vernon Posse's large and now that we've raised We'll cancel your show just like Happy Days Cause you're wack and not in contact You thought you wouldn't ( ? ) cause you're on wax? But the way you're produced make your album sound just like the last one That's why you got pa**ed, son So listen to the words from yours truly (Craig G, give it to me) [VERSE 4: Masta Ace] Now this here funky track Marley Marl hooked up Def, black, do on the chef's hat and cook up The stew, s**er MC, what y'all wanna do? I'll take ya out and your whole wack crew Yo kid, you're clowny I'll go mush ya, spit in your face like Morton Downey Jr, soon you're gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel And one day the sun'll Shine, you'll have a job just like mine Swingin dope lyrics to the crowd on a vine But I ain't Tarzan, cause I see cars, and Souped up trucks and all kinds of ( ? ) Drivin down the boulevard, now I'ma pull a card This jam is called "Give it to Me" and it's full of hard Raps, slaps you right in the face, and He's Craig G (Craig G) I'm Master Ace and I got somethin for the girls to taste and The title ain't "Poison", that's what it's laced in "Ain't No Half-Steppin'", so yo, kick the pace in "This Is Something For the Radio" station It's dope and "Down By Law" like Perry Mason So "Have a Nice Day" and stop pacin And take a physical, I ain't invisible You can't see through me Yo Marley Marl, give it to me