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Maybe Next Time

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

meow) Says the kitty
The hotel room I got's a buck fifty
Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty Certs
To make sure my breath is up to par and
I

to something I never had/
cause in my family fathers day was just a fucking fad
mother was a preacher, step-father was an ass, and i'm stuck as the bad guy

Honde loose jiwein Beethoven did
Symphonies produced jad beat over bills
Par jag de bruise bleed from the guilt

Mind haiga heavy, khwaab haige plenty, ni

and no gas and much backed up rent

No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats

That'll eat up the average alleycat

He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee,

Drama

GZA

Words from the Genius

1990

and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee,

of

What I put my mind to, Write my lines soon
9 flights, highlights, checks by ITunes
I do plenty things that make the average look away
When all is said

Paradise the locals say
Working a double as usual to live another day
One job for the bills, another for the essentials
And a side hustle for investments in

Ahh yah go
Falz the bad guy is in the building by the way
Check ahn I do it I do it I do it
Go go go go ahn yeah

I do this for the telli do this for

Tell ‘em they should be recording this
Reporter be sure you reporting this
Nigga pulled up to the function in Ford four door & he not affording it

or mine
Tell me how’s a nine to five supposed to keep me living right
By the time I pay my bills I won’t even have a dime
Why you think that half these

until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there

the bills
Lived in one room that shit was for real
Now we live good making plays in the field
Pass me the rock they can't go for the steal
In love with this

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I

Written by Christo Andriopoulos & Bryce Coston

Look me in my eyes lil' Mama
Put your faith in me
Loudest in the room
Most likely got no confidence

been ravaged

But no I ain't hollow yet, I still got something left
But there ain't shit to prove, already earned my stripes just by standing here in

got hoes by the plenty Got ha in tha room she got nasty
put ah x in ha butt Fo I smash it
Had to watch how it drip through her panties
Emotionally

I been a G
Look yeah
And we ain't smellin' your energy
I walked in with my family
By any means we gon' eat

Yeah, I'm gon' hustle for mine

Young boy made it out there by himself like it was earned
It's getting blurry people faking chasing ghosts likes Bill Murray
But i'm real Jamaican I could

feeling like golden frieza
Grinding so much bouta pull up in a Beamer
Rhyming so much man i don't need a Feature
But i got plenty cuz it's way more cleaner

fortune in the big city
The object of the game is to win, and you win by getting the most money,
But you start with none
There are two types of money in

spin slow
Running with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was looking for a ride
We tried to pick them up
But we had no room

Locked in a room with no windows, no matches
Just my thoughts and a mattress
Surrounded by the blackness, but I'm Batman
Flying paper planes at night, just

misunderstood
4real I suck at this field
Mistaken and payed bill
I told my family don't get me wrong you don't even know what niggas did
Whatever I did, for you,

vacations I ain't hear the end of it
Can finally afford everything that I want
Got a mortgage, got a family, got a Bentley
Got a wife decked out all in Fendi