Ma$e goin hard @ Cam'ron on "The Oracle" listen on itsFreshRadio.com lyrics inside

  

Ma$e goin hard @ Cam'ron on "The Oracle" listen on itsFreshRadio.com lyrics inside

The Oracle Lyrics By MA$E Imagine 20 years with bitter b$tch and same the drama Dame told you do this sh#t and you don't see Dame karma K9 on your ass with no distraction Pussy nigga wearin pink I guess he think he matchin I'ma paint the picture and let the hittas make the caption F#ck bars I'm tell nigga what really happened You hear this voice you know the mac is in my seat You see exactly what I see you know my raps don't come for free You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in my vee You singing nigga dont' be no back up b#tch wit me I crew this nigga til' my teeth hurt don't even hit the weed first Women used to say i'm blessed I didn't even sneeze first Much dirt as I got on you I don't need no research My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church Tax know you as the niggas that snitch on the Roc DC niggas know you as just a nigga they shot OG niggas don't have no history with you on the block And everybody seen the footage I got Every since 10 you was a thirst nigga And I aint gone talk about the time you f#ck your sister In 2002 you lost 50 pounds ulcers in liver And now you tryna sell niggas liquor NIGGA You always play the sucker part Where was all that Rico sh#t when you left Jim in Rucker Matter fact I'm on a true life change but Lets get back to the smack and that Tru Life chain Damn bro The whole f-in land no after that 50 sh#t you moved to Orlando You had Jim on the radio - where did Cam go? We all understand tho... You not really built for this sh#t, you not ready to kill for this sh#t But no regrets You gotta lift up a Tech to get Murder respect Nigga are U-N we know you dipped on the set I'm the fuckin cough in the slime flu, You gone out rhyme who? I'm your prime X 2 I never paid for my mistakes cause that's not what crime do Bitches f#ck me cause thats what dimes do Somebody wanna jump in tell em' come share I'm starting to feel like we don't really compare Im pretty nigga wrist litty like sun wear, Diplomat only mean that you ain't from here You had a run here but y'all niggas is done here All these pretty women and y'all niggas bring guns here You way pass the gun every time you talk of me you sound like one time I f#cked the King of rap b#tch when I was unsigned And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line Don't blame for the past and I won't blame you for the crash You sent my nigga Hud on a dummy mission and he crashed Giles I know you need money I get I know your digital sells I know about your digits I know Sony Red didn't wanna your shit distribute I know its crickets so f#ck it use my name so they can click it I made you, I raised you, why would I play you When you dealing with this power nigga Flex can't save Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in Lady treat me lie him important, I don't even think of scoring I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston On some Kyrie shit, y'all just talking I heard that often... Had to rap again, y'all was boring them Now you can tell Dave East ASAP Mob whatever you want The whole hood know I'm the origin You robbed Jelz on some Diddy shit And when Jim starting ballin you got back on sissy shit You even had the nerve to call up Sham And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam Damn Cam, I thought more of you But when I think about it, thats really all you do You really not that fly, You really not that guy, You really not that wise, I'm really not surprise All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom's to side with your lies Now i'm like fuck it Drago "if he dies he dies" Ain't no unity Ain't no Children of the Corn Ain't no you and me Any nigga ever got Diplomatic Immunity was niggas who ratted Or wanna snitch on their community And thats word to my nigga Big L, To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel To nigga Loon on all the nigga in the cell hope you hold ya head I hope y'all niggas doing well This Ma$e nigga I invented the curve I'm the name on the ribbon on the bird I'm done rapping with you You'll always be my bitch You got my f#cking name tatted on you


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