Give It To Me

(Give it to me)

[ VERSE 1: Craig G ]

Rappers throw away your clock cause time’s up

You flip type smooth with your raps but you wind up

Two steps behind, maybe three, even four steps

Yo Ace, are you ready to rip this track? (Sure bet)

As I flip on the mic like a acrobat

Wherever I land my plan will attack the wack

Craig G comin swift like a pitch from Orel Hirshiser

( ? )

Come one by one, so I can show some

Weak individuals where I’m comin from

And if you think you’re live, think up mellow thoughts

Before I fly that ass just like a ( ? )

I mean so fast they won’t feel a thing

Cause it won’t mean shit if it don’t got the hip-hop swing

And pickin up the mic is my duty

(Yo Craig G, give it to me)

[ VERSE 2: Master Ace ]

Yeah, that sounds kinda dumb, so

I grab the mic and put all you crumbs low

I know you fiend for this type of routine

But that’s just a wish, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

So don’t get close or you might get a dose of

The Master Ace at a much faster pace

Movin and groovin, kickin the fly type of shit

Hyper with a track that is ripe to get

On the good foot, so I could put

More strain as I (w)rap like cellophane

The tirst, third and fifth letters of the alphabet

Some kid tried to front with a death threat

He balled up his hands and out of hate did it

But take that fist and masturbate with it

10-9-8-7-6-5

Master Ace and Craig G gettin live

Now I’m not a sex symbol but so many girls wanna do me

(Yo Ace, give it to me)

[ VERSE 3: Craig G ]

MC’s like Lego blocks, I use ’em to build with

And me and Marley Marl is comin off with the ill shit

I drop crews like my fingers were buttery

But I approach with force, not subtly

Attack like a viking, call me Hgar the Horrible

Your days are worse, or maybe tomorrow will

Be a better day, so don’t you ever say

Craig G’s wack because you might get pimp slapped

So yo, don’t ever try to do this

Cause 14 men on steroids can’t move this

The Vernon Posse’s large and now that we’ve raised

We’ll cancel your show just like Happy Days

Cause you’re wack and not in contact

You thought you wouldn’t ( ? ) cause you’re on wax?

But the way you’re produced make your album sound just like the last one

That’s why you got passed, son

So listen to the words from yours truly

(Craig G, give it to me)

[ VERSE 4: Master Ace ]