The streets is mad right now   Tell 'em why we mad   Rappers whatever you call yourself   Pack your bags and get out of town      'Cause I'm a strike down on thee with   Great vengeance and furious anger   Those who attempt to poison the hood   I'm a let y'all know the preacher's son is back      Refugee, one time, one time   MOP two time, two time, one time   Bumpy knuckles now the world is in trouble   Come on      Yo, you're number one on the charts   You're a masquerade   Paid for your billboard slots   You're a masquerade   Because the block knows hot   You're a masquerade   You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a   Masquerade      I'm on first, so this ain't a rap verse   It's more like a voodoo curse   So when you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse   'Cause you lie too much, you don't got no gut      At your arm reach is ink   At your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs   Hold up, we just saw you on your bet and MTV   A public access channel talkin' bout I'm a thug      You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scare hannibal   But when the blackout came no light for your candle   So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade   And I'm a call it like I see it, you all living in a masquerade      Even though Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes   Money wit no respect that makes you a suspect   So you can't ride through Brownsville   You want peace you better call Churchill   If not, feel Clef when he connects wit M.O.P family   And plays guitar at your eulogy      You wanna claim you run the block   You're a masquerade   Givin' information to the cops   You're a masquerade   I mean you never seen a rock   You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a masquerade   Masquerade      Now the grimy lil' bastards line up   Time's up, I'm up   They say we dem dance to show you how to get it crunk   I'm still plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever   We throw mack and that's to the death bless royalty   You youngster's better get back before   You get a set back and get clapped   That's it and that's that Clef      Hold that take all that and fall back   I kick too much ass kick ass   To rock jewels, rock Prada   Fuck Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta      We still grip arms Brook norm bound shit   The streets don't want that watered down shit   Fam, we clear the whole stage   You don't wanna ride wit us we got road rage      Now I'm a let my hood tell you   You're a masquerade   I bet you feedin' the dogs   You're a masquerade   I thought we still and we rob   You're a masquerade   You're livin' in a   You're livin' in a masquerade      I'm hittin' sixteen bars   A murder, real murder, baby   This ain't a facade   Niggas pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God   Over ten years rippin' MC I bring it hard   Don't make me split yo chest and pull yo card      R and B singer the greatest and now barred   'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties   Got mo bombs left   You punk niggas, we used to shake your pumpy hands   You'll have no arms left, you ain't a pimp   You ain't a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day      I keep em on the track   Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long mink coats black   Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the ghetto   I can see it in your eyes      Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' niggas hand   Shakin' niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape   It never be soft, you wanna make it like them   Fat naked bitches turnin' me off      Now I'm a let my hood tell you   You're a masquerade   I bet you feedin' the dogs   You're a masquerade   I thought we still and we rob   You're a masquerade   You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a   Masquerade      Neary paneary won't you take 'em to the Middle East