text: This Mase, you know what Im saying
  You got niggas that dont like me for whatever reason
  You got niggas that dont wanna see me rich
  You got niggas thats mad cause Im always with they bitch
  Then you got niggas that just dont like me
  You know the, those PHD niggas
  But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
  See its a difference
  A lot of niggas pop shit
  But a lot of niggas dont make hits
  But its like this whole Bad Boy shit
  We come to bring it to yall niggas, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
  If you wanna dance, we dance
  Now trick what, lace who, that aint what Mase do
  Got a lot of girls thatd love to replace you
  Tell you to your face boo not behind your back
  Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
  Funny never find that, Puff a dime stack
  Write hot shit and make a nigga say, rewind that
  Niggas know, we go against the Harlem Gigolo
  Getcha ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
  I represent honeys with money fly guys with gems
  Drive with the tints that be thirty-five percent
  Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
  Cop says okay my tint smoke gray
  No way, nigga leave without handing me my shit
  Got plans to get my Land and my six
  Niggas outta penll understand this shit
  Pop champagne like I won a championship
  Been around the world and I I I
  And we been playa hated
  I dont know and I dont know why
  Why they want us faded
  I dont know why they hate us
  Is it our ladies
  Or our drop Mercedes
  Baby, baby
  I was in one bedroom, dreaming of a million
  Now Im in beach houses, cream to the ceiling
  I was a gentleman living in tenements
  Now Im swimming in all the women that be tens
  Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
  Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins
  Hoes of all complexions
  I like cinnamon
  Mase you got some hoes well nigga send em in
  What you waiting for, let the freak show begin
  How they came in a truck? 
  Mercedes, cmere baby, you dont like the way
  Its hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
  Its ridiculous how you put your lips on this
  Dont kiss right there, girlfriend, Im ticklish
  And I be switching ves with a wrist full of Gs
  Nigga please, Im the macaroni with the cheese
  Been around the world and I I I
  And we been playa hated
  I dont know and I dont know why
  Why they want us faded
  I dont know why they hate us
  Is it our ladies
  Or our drop Mercedes
  Baby, baby
  Now Puff rule the world even though Im young
  I make it my biz to see that all ladies cum
  Get em all strung from the tip of my tongue
  Lick em places niggas wouldnt dare put they faces
  Before I die, hope I, remake a flow by
  In the brand new treasure on a old try
  Now when my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
  Eat the Mami chocha and drive her loca
  We never ride far, packed five in a car
  Save money for the drinks
  Im about to buy the bar
  And everywhere I drive Im a star
  Little kids all on the corner scream, thats my car
  It was days couldnt be fly, now Im in a T.I
  Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I
  Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold
  Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred at the toll
  Been around the world and I I I
  And we been playa hated
  I dont know and I dont know why
  Why they want us faded
  I dont know why they hate us
  Is it our ladies
  Or our drop Mercedes
  Baby, baby
  :
  OK after these messages well be back with
  The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
  applause
  OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
  Well get you through this
  Take a sip of water, deep breath, thatll do it
  And welcome back as you can see 
  Im Trevor Jones and Im sitting in
  Ive been conversing with the Mad Rapper 
  And hes still pretty mad
  But, this time he brought someone else with him
  And quite frankly hes even madder 
  Mr. Producer why are you so mad?
  Yo, Iiiiiii, Imma Imma keep it real simple for you
  Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad son!
  Tell them niggas why you mad son!
  Tell em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
  YouknowhatImsayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
  I been, I been here for the culture, youknowhatImsayin?
  I dont, I dont, I dont, I dont
  I dont be recognizin all that new jack shit
  Yo we dont play, we dont play that shit youknowhatImsayin?
  That nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatImsayin?
  We aint, we dont do that shit, word, yeah
  He aint no real producer neither
  And then come to find out youknowhatImsayin
  My brother hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
  Oh yeah, thats the shit that got me mad!
  Thats the shit that got me mad!
  Thats the shit, youknowhatImsayin?
  YouknowhatImsayin? Thats the shit that feds me up
  Word up, youknowhatImsayin?
  Im watchin this nigga video youknowhatImsayin?
  They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
  Like that youknowhatImsayin?
  This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit
  YouknowhatImsayin?
  Im Im Im watchin this nigga video
  The car goin two hundred miles an hour
  WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
  The nigga climbin out the fuckin car!
  Let me see you try that shit on a train!
  YouknowhatImsayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train
  What kind of shit, youknowhatImsayin?
  Got a thousand niggas write for him, let ME write for you
  Son my shit is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...