(feat. Ed O.G)



Yea, M A L O

Take a look at my eyes

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now



[Masta Ace]

I'ma speak to the fans now the ask the questions

So there's no room for errors, no chance for guessing

That's the reason why on this track I choose to rap

It's to make sure that none of yall consufe the facts

'Cause no I never moved to Cali

I just had a bitch in Compton and a few in the valley

And "Born 2 Roll" never went gold or so I'm told

I never did find out how much the shit sold

And no I ain't saw at Marley

Though I rarely ever see him and I call him harley

And no I never lived in the bridge

But Craig and Shante, did as kids

Straight from the ville had to catch the train

No I never picked a pocket or snatched a chain

I was way too deep in the music

God gave me a gift, I decided to keep it and use it

And no I wasn't dissing Ghost

Before you try to spread beef, you should listen close

I gotta watch what I'm yelling fella

'Cause some fans dumb like Hellen Keller

No, label ain't off the ground

But we bound to get yall niggaz open off the sound

No, we ain't got an office yet

But we got big plans like an architect

Take a look



[Chorus]

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my eyes, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, wutuwankno now

Take a look at my life, and tell me what you see

When you look at me, please I got to go now



[Edo. G]

I see the look of concern and fake, it's your turn to wait

I play the judge, and the jury and the journallete

See, that tend to happen when you learn hate

Edo left out good, but returned great

And now I'm about to face the city

Plus I got a case with Diddy

For jacking my classic

I got to have it beat that's so greedy, I'm so witty

And yall niggaz is so pretty

Outside of Boston, people ask me about Benzino

Are we cool, do we got beef, or is we peoples

We could debate on that, but I guess yall got to wait on that

Now hate on that nigga, and stop stirring up beef

You turning up grief, when you doubt your beliefs

Stay out of grown folk business

We young enterpreneurs that own our own business

I answer questions like a witness

And chop your crew down, with no forgiveness

Take a look in his eyes

he's an angel on the outside. but a crook in disguise

Now take a look



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[Masta Ace]

Look here, I got to go, be fair, I got a show

You here, you kind of slow, oh yeah, you got to know

Well, I do got a lot to tell

And a book 'bout my life got a shot to sell

Yea, them raps 'bout them rise, I was one of the first

But them fats niggaz high like a gun in a purse

Yea I made you put them chromey things on your cars

And yea, I used to hang with some porno stars

Strip clubs on the weekly basis

I used to, see these faces in some freaky places

But all that's behind me, it's not the same

When you reach a certain age, life is not a game

I was in the fast lane, I was out for speed

But now I got more than one mouth to feed

Yea, it used to be all about a hump and the rub

But I ain't tryin' to be that old nigga up in the club



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