[Intro: Fabolous]
Nobody likes you, but that's OK
We Gon ride on him anyway
We gon ride on him anyway
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around and leave you
Murda, we don't believe you
Murda murda, your life's on the line!

[Verse 1: Paul Cain]
Can't y'all see that he's fake
The rap version of TD Jakes
Crossing over on the CD's and tapes
Won't give this man a crumb off the little that he makes
[Ain't been hot since] Puff had him, Big and then
Started shit, by a fraction of a hair he escapes
Got the nerve to rep Harlem you a motherfucking disgracе
Bitch n***a, you a coward and I say it in your face
It's obvious we talking 'bout this [clown n***a Ma$e]
Lеave the beefing to the street n***as, fall back, do your thing
You don't want none of what this P90 Ruger bring
Just a ball playing schoolboy for Martin Luther King
Turn rapper n***as used to strip you for bling
Turn pastor, you and God must have had a fling
Turn't fallen angel, no halo, I remove your wings
You don't live up to the image you portraying
Believe half of what you see y'all, none of what he's saying
Stop frontin'
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Ayo son this is simple, I pop up on him like one of his pimples
Gun to his dimple, watch a slow flower kick 1 in your temple
Hoe ass n***a, no wonder he pimped you
Daddy, I mean Diddy to be logical
50's his steppops, Puff's his biological
Beat him with a bullwhip, might give him a full clip
For standing on the pulpits saying all that bullshit
And he's more Jim Bakker than a [Creflo]
I know Mason Beth though, the n***a ain't tef, yo
He ain't even in his right mind, he went left yo
Maybe it's the way the right shine, and the left glow
He in the mansion, happy as a [Hef hoe]
Know he dying soon like a n***a on Death Row
And usually the n***as I be throwing slugs at
Ain't never danced in his video with Rugrats
Take me there
I wanna go there