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Ace iz wild


by Masta Ace. Buy album CD: Best Of Masta Ace


Letís get wild
Yeah, master ace in the house
The whole action posseís in the house
Ice-u-rockís in the house, dj marley marlís in the house
Steady pace is in the house, and we gonna do it like this

So many new jacks and jills on the hill
But only one bucket, so fuck it, they get the dills
Cause you no frills, that means your name ainít household
Now watch that little mouse fold
You canít take the pressure from the cooker
Stood there looking soft, so I started hooking off
And took her, I know she used to be yours
Now sheís riding on the bus with us and doing tours
Along with some other little runts
We call her a fall girl, she does so many stunts
And then she got liver, she did it with the guy that drives the bus
Now sheís a screw driver
Master ace is flipping
Your grip is slipping, itís time I start stripping
Young ladies and the titles that hold íem
I treat íem like a pretzel: bend, stretch, and fold íem
And I can do the same damage on stage
Black, white, or beige, youíre gonna feel the rage
The same way the sluts with the big butts felt it
Iím not a dealer but I dealt it
So if you plan on riffing when I spank ya
Be prepared to grab your ankles because

(ace is wild!) no, not really
(ace is wild!) come on, youíre acting silly
(ace is wild!) you know Iím just chilling
(ace is wild!) come on, stop illing

For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for all of those
Who lost out, cause I was at the polls
And I saw the results as they came in
So many wild-ass ones that need taming
But I hold a whip and a chair
And I donít play fair, so youíd better stay there
Until I say jump through the fire
But I wonít get burned, I learned to admire
>from way across the room first
And after I study, buddy, thatís when I kick a verse
Thatís high powered, you got devoured
By the jaws of death, you little coward
Scared to step in this arena
Where the grass is greener, youíre looking meaner and meaner
But your look ainít scaring me away
So I just stay and say words to make your head sway
Capital a-c-e, boy
Serving the masses, youíd better take some classes
If you want to hang with this here
And if you get near, Iíll eat you like a pear (crunch)
But I donít really eat a lot of fruit
So say ahh (mmmmmmph!) now donít you look cute?

(ace is wild!) nah, no Iím not
(ace is wild!) I just like to bug a lot
(ace is wild!) leave me alone
(ace is wild!) turn up the microphone
(ace is wild!) yeah...

Mr. gangster, who you trying to kid?
Fake, flam, and fess and dress the way you did
This is a microphone war
You say youíre well-known, but what are you known for?
A porno flick and a hard dick
And always bragging about the girls you stick
Title for king? yo I donít compete for that
Paid your dues? let me see a reciept for that
Somebody put you on yesterday
And you fess today, and thatís just the way
A sucker is supposed to operate
Just turn on my mic and Iím straight
Now you fronting like you got a million gís
Just because you sold a couple of lpís
Now you walking around thinking youíre the man
Cause you bought a little suit from dapper dan
But so what? you still ainít dapper
Holding the mic makes you look like a rapper
But youíre just a sloppy copy cat
Front on me and Iím a hit you with a bat
Bottom of the nineth, two out, and Iím at the plate
And smack! over the left field gate
Thatís where your head goes, youíre rudolph the red nosed
And you canít join in, you shouldnít have said those
Rhymes that sound so merrily merrily
Since youíre soft like poundcake from sarah lee
I might cut a slice, then say what a nice
Sucker to gobble up with beans and rice
You fat little rat from the sewer
I eat you like a meal, pass you like maneuer
Put you in the garden where my flower grows
Then whereís your power? tell me where your power goes
Somebody does your dirty work for you
Throw up your hands like a man so I can floor you
And oh, if you pull a jammie
You can run from brooklyn to miami
>from miami to nevada
Youíd better have a lotta, I mean a whole knot of
Payola, cause Iím about to roll a
Mic like a cess joint, so brother hereís a bowl of
Pride, now eat it up
Cause I get kind of wild when I heat it up

(ace is wild!) nah, not really
(ace is wild!) come on, youíre acting silly
(ace is wild!) you know Iím just chilling
(ace is wild!) yo yo yo, stop illing
(ace is wild!) no, Iím not
(ace is wild!) I feel kinda hot
(ace is wild!) but Iím not acting wild
(ace is wild!) you know that ainít my style
(ace is wild!) you know Iím just cooling
(ace is wild!) and also Iím ruling
(ace is wild!) I ainít messing with nobody
(ace is wild!) I just wanna have a party
(ace is wild!) no, no
(ace is wild!) come on, yo
(ace is wild!) itís me and marley marl
(ace is wild!) and Iím the music man, yíall



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Album: Best Of Masta Ace Lyrics
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  1. Ace iz wild
  2. As i reminisce
  3. Brooklyn battles
  4. Can't stop the bum rush
  5. Four minus three
  6. I got ta
  7. Letter to the better (remix)
  8. Maybe next time
  9. Me and the biz
  10. Movin' on
  11. Music man
  12. Take a look around
  13. The other side of town
  14. Together

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