[Intro: Ma$e]
Yea-yea, yea-yea, yup, uh, uh
Yea
Yo
50 you came to Scoop a n***a now I'ma burn this joint down

[Verse 1: Ma$e]
I got the metro, Petro, the tech blow, echo and make n***as in the club move like it's techno
Chick scream "Heck no"
Flow this crazy, I gotta get a cheque for rap version of Creflo
You hear it in my flow that I done fathered n***as
I chill, go to church and I don't bother n***as
But I'm gonna get mine regardless n***a
And if you keep frontin' like a champ, I'm a Tarver n***as
Come on, you got no unit, it's not a gorilla
You got no beef it's not over scrilla
Bunch of loud mouths and I'm a concealer, this is "Murda" n***a, I named you "Killa"
Yeah
Word on the street is Murda is home and the broads don't wanna leave Murda alone, come on
More Franklyns than Aritha, go against Ma$e Betha and be ready for a ether, think I'm soft, but check it this is off the record
If I brought it to a n***a it'd be off the record, uh
Slow down easy, go down greasy, n***a take one right, give him four rounds easy
Ain't no "ands" or "ifs" man, when I'm in the mix man, like I'm ambidextrous I pop left, switch hands
And loved in VA cause I'm a rich man
I open n***as chests like vicks, man
[?] [?] in the M-A-$-E days
I throw chicks on the bench like the 6 man, two drops or more
Blue fox to floor, new drop azure, tube sox araur
A flow this crazy [?] who dropped the ball
The most controversial since 2Pac Shakur
I'm givin' ya n***as murder with all the ice off
I'm grimey like the park with the lights off
I'm not Roy Jones I never take a night off
Tryna get my money up to get my n***as Mice off
And you don't want a problem n***a
I feel like '97 Harlem n***a, so calm, so witty, so don, so pretty and if I
Lift the mink up, blind the city, I put a nine in a line
Then dimes coming with me and I'm finished with Bad Boy now I'm signed to 50
You think I'm in the booth still 'cause I got the coupe still
Kriss back and forth, like how the crew chill
Can we buy the restroom, ring like two mill'?
So on the back, there is good for two fills
I take her to the back, see the Jacob in the back
She like "Ma$e don't mess up my make-up in the back"
Come here and get rowdy rowdy
I just pipe her
Then I give her back to her man to wife her
Most she get, probably school clothes and a Chrysler but you get bizarre
Take it way far like I slayed the raw, 'till I say tomorrow
You remember me for toting that thing around
For half a century, they been throwing my name around
Chicks get fidgety every time I came around
[?] the enemy plus I got that anger now
You know I pull up on the, Block, big grey, toast
Your mixtape, host, get straight ghost
This thing in my diesel, put out so many shots you could feel a breeze through one of your boys, please do
Something to give me the right to leave you a hole in your head so big you could put a key through, cousin I'm it
You Uncle Festa, that B2K flow, I might molest ya
Don't even come 'less you coming for real 'cause right now I give you one that you won't even feel
'Fore you even get the nerve to put a gun to my grill
You better speed on the highway, sleep under the wheel
If you know like I know
You just lie low when you hear the fire go, blaow, blaow, blaow, hit the floor
Ha ha
Or run for the door
Yea
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's kamikaze, tell everybody
We got the C4 to blow up the lobby
Grab that ammo
Cock the shotty
Ma$e is back
Tell everybody
HARLEM STAND UP!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Yea!
Now what y'all think about Ma$e on G-Unit!
Now y'all know I don' care what you think
Ha ha haa

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's kamikaze, tell everybody
We got the C4 to blow up the lobby
Grab (Ohhh, what!) that ammo
Cock the shotty
Ma$e is back
Tell everybody
HARLEM STAND UP!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Ha ha
Can you see it?
Can you see the money?
Ohhh
The money
It's coming
M-A dollar sign E
50
What!
Can't do nuttin' about it
I know I'ma do next
I'll buy Michael Jackson's house next
I'll buy Neverland
Invite all your kids over
Ha ha ha ha
Ohhh!