Jam & Spoon: Masaqua Muzik

[Intro: sample (Raekwon)]Wanna fuck with me? (Let's go, let's go, yoGot my brother Cee Allah in here, no doubt, no doubtYeah, yeah, yeah, yo, aiyo, let's do it Lord)[Wais]It goe live from the jump off, I dump off shellsDrink liquor so pure, you get drunk off smellsDog, I ain't rappin' to failI'm tryin to stash mil', so I can have money for bailSo when you actin' out of pocket, I blast rocketsJust coke, weight it up, cook it, cut it, chop itBag a ho, take her home, gut it, drop itGive it six months, Ranjahz floodin' the marketWith, thugs and thieves and, that come out in the eveningAnd sleep all day, it's the Brooklyn wayWhen we cop new cars, just to build new stashesFuck menopause, my guns give you hot flashesWais, I put a rapper corks in the holeAnd tattoo my skin, cuz it's only close for the soulBitch nigga, get you knowin' roleHop you dancin' ass on stage, get to knowin' a proI flow lithium, and rap vikadin, every verse is a classicIt don't even make no sense bitin' themTwo ten, it don't make no sense fightin' 'emWe hate you, it don't make no sense likin' themAll hoods, I'm invitin' 'emStep in the square, I'll Tyson 'em, spit with the kidI got a sixteen gauge, that'll shift your ribsPut my face on your record, it becomes a street hit[Haph Dead]This ain't rap motherfucker, this is Masaqua MuzikManson, Charles & Marilyn, forget about dancin'Niggaz can't see me, forget about glancin'Your raps too handsome, the game is uglyMy whole life is like Vegas, I live it to gamble itThis one is for my niggaz on the block, still scramblin'Or trapped in the box, pray to be a free man againYou know the H.A.P.H. is rippin'Bout to blow like an airbag, when the whip lose handlingCrash dummy niggaz, I ain't worth battlin'Spiced ham niggaz, we can never be fam againListen to my venom and respect how I channel itI spit that '86, rap attack, air a staircaseDollar bill with the straw, smack every letterDrama crack, here a scary pity pack eraAnd I still don a party, if I can't get the better end[Raekwon]Introducing nothing but fly hands, call me SaddamOnly thing I got is bombsLex, let the bell ring, yo, eat wellTwelve niggaz heads and bling, if not, send 'em to jailHe got new joints, chest like bulky, similar to The HulkGreen weed, can't believe he bumped meYoung kid, dressed flashly, peep the New York TimesGot an article on how to read rhymesYo, caught me in the Journal, thermal setFeedin' 48 laws, gain power, changin' us allThus me, The Ranjahz, the young angelsAgust the flames, little mic piece in the RangeTop niggaz, cuz we get live, ride high niggazYo, run up and body niggaz, chew 'em on stageYeah, criminals, have to eat foodSit back, yo, absorb the message, grin it, cuz it's due