Letra de Jail Visit (Interlude) - Mase
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[Mase:] Yo, yo check it, when we go in to see the nigga, B
just say it, B. That�s all you gotta do wit this nigga
[Trey:] Oh man that�s, that�s more your man than mine
[Mase:] Yo, why the fuck you can�t just say what you
said you was gon� say when you seen him on Saturday.
And you saw him and you still ain�t say it and it�s goin� on
Sunday, though.
[Trey:] Man you tell him half, I�ll tell him the other half
[Prisoner:] What the deal?
[Mase:] Whassup my nigga, got your gomez, me and Trey here.
[Prisoner:] Yo, y�all still on the corner, huh?
[Trey:] Whassup man?
[Mase:] Nigga don�t look right clean, right?
This nigga don�t smoke no more.
[Prisoner:] Hard to tell, huh?
[Trey:] Yeah, I�m aight.
[Prisoner:] Ok, so let�s rip your pockets open. What�s the deal?
You know I�m gettin� married and all that, right?
[Mase:] Word?
[Trey:] Yeah, (to Mase) Now you definitely gotta tell him)
[Mase:] Fuck you mean I could tell him?
[Prisoner:] One of y�all better tell me, come on, whassup?
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Mase, you gotta tell me, hit me I�ll fuck y�all niggas up if y�all don�t
tell me.
[Mase:] Yo check it, You know shorty got a trick, not a trick
but you know, it�s a trip that, that you know, we was watchin�
We was coming out the club and shorty was getting out the car
With money that we ain�t shottin� at on 18th street
[Prisoner:] What shorty? Not my shorty. The one
I�m gettin� married to?
[Mase:] The shorty you gettin� married to.
[Prisoner:] Fuck that bitch, yo.
Wasn�t gon� marry her anyway, you know? I�m just tellin� her dreams,
you know me.
[Mase:] Little devil.
[Prisoner:] Oh, man.
[Mase:] Word B, fuck that bitch, though.
[Prisoner:] If *you* say it, fuck that bitch.
NOT MY FUCKIN� SHORTY, NOT MY FUCKIN�, FUCKIN� BITCH
Y�ALL CRAZY MAN, Y�ALL MOTHA� FUCKERS IS CRAZY
[Mase:] You what�s wrong with you, dog?
[Prisoner:] I loved her.
just say it, B. That�s all you gotta do wit this nigga
[Trey:] Oh man that�s, that�s more your man than mine
[Mase:] Yo, why the fuck you can�t just say what you
said you was gon� say when you seen him on Saturday.
And you saw him and you still ain�t say it and it�s goin� on
Sunday, though.
[Trey:] Man you tell him half, I�ll tell him the other half
[Prisoner:] What the deal?
[Mase:] Whassup my nigga, got your gomez, me and Trey here.
[Prisoner:] Yo, y�all still on the corner, huh?
[Trey:] Whassup man?
[Mase:] Nigga don�t look right clean, right?
This nigga don�t smoke no more.
[Prisoner:] Hard to tell, huh?
[Trey:] Yeah, I�m aight.
[Prisoner:] Ok, so let�s rip your pockets open. What�s the deal?
You know I�m gettin� married and all that, right?
[Mase:] Word?
[Trey:] Yeah, (to Mase) Now you definitely gotta tell him)
[Mase:] Fuck you mean I could tell him?
[Prisoner:] One of y�all better tell me, come on, whassup?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/jail-visit--interlude--mase.php
Mase, you gotta tell me, hit me I�ll fuck y�all niggas up if y�all don�t
tell me.
[Mase:] Yo check it, You know shorty got a trick, not a trick
but you know, it�s a trip that, that you know, we was watchin�
We was coming out the club and shorty was getting out the car
With money that we ain�t shottin� at on 18th street
[Prisoner:] What shorty? Not my shorty. The one
I�m gettin� married to?
[Mase:] The shorty you gettin� married to.
[Prisoner:] Fuck that bitch, yo.
Wasn�t gon� marry her anyway, you know? I�m just tellin� her dreams,
you know me.
[Mase:] Little devil.
[Prisoner:] Oh, man.
[Mase:] Word B, fuck that bitch, though.
[Prisoner:] If *you* say it, fuck that bitch.
NOT MY FUCKIN� SHORTY, NOT MY FUCKIN�, FUCKIN� BITCH
Y�ALL CRAZY MAN, Y�ALL MOTHA� FUCKERS IS CRAZY
[Mase:] You what�s wrong with you, dog?
[Prisoner:] I loved her.
