What the fuck? 

'99, get your name back nigga

(Get your name back nigga)

Double Up Motherfucker (99)

Double Up Motherfucker

Don't believe it, Double Up, Uh 

Yea yea yea yea What what what what Uh Uh



Yo who got the right to flip, twice the whips 

Time to get paid, get twice the chips

See law ain't no good unless two dice hit

Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit

Fuck niggas, make that money and lots of it

Sold four million and somebody got to love it

They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget 

I can't take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it

How could you know like this 

When it's because of me a nigga know what nice is

I was 60 I have flow-itis

I like my weed green and my hoe's dyke-ish 

You know you like this

Young kid'll live by goldie advice's

Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous

Fuck though, promote on the Rolley ices 

Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow white-ish

Come on 





If you wanna party put 'em in the air 

Over there, over there



If you wanna party come and shake your body

If you wanna party put 'em in the air

Over there, over there



Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, Vipers in garages 

'Nuff money to go court and fight the charges

Everybody stare at Myse the hardest 

That's why I'm in them all night menages

Besides B.I.G., the criticly acclaimed 

I vow, they never bring the city to shame 

I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest range

The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars 

By far the prettiest Misses

I pull up in the prettiest sixes 

So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven

By the time you get the seven, I switch to the eight

When it time I get this cake, a bitch could wait

They know I could sell five so they ship me eight

Come on 





All Out, motherfucker

To the death, motherfucker

Bad Boy forever

Bad Boy forever

All Out, motherfucker (Uh uh)

H World, motherfucker (Uh uh)

To the death, motherfucker (uh yo)



Yo why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys

Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five

You could see I still got it by the look in my eyes 

I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise 

It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside

And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride

And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away

When I rap, yo' 150 thou' get paid

So until then nigga, I style away

Four point six swit' to the Cal' away

I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going on 

I look at nigga's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on 

My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up 

Until a nigga find my dough and pays up 

I lays up fuck, 'till my days up 

Doggy style, so bitch don't fuck my ways up

Come on