Give It To Me - Craig G, Masta Ace

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)

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

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)

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)

Now this here funky track Marley Marl hooked up

Def, black, do on the chef’s hat and cook up

The stew, sucker MC, what y’all wanna do?

I’ll take ya out and your whole wack crew

Yo kid, you’re clowny

I’ll go mush ya, spit in your face like Morton Downey

Jr, soon you’re gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel

And one day the sun’ll

Shine, you’ll have a job just like mine

Swingin dope lyrics to the crowd on a vine

But I ain’t Tarzan, cause I see cars, and

Souped up trucks and all kinds of (?)

Drivin down the boulevard, now I’ma pull a card

This jam is called «Give it to Me» and it’s full of hard

Raps, slaps you right in the face, and

He’s Craig G (Craig G) I’m Master Ace and

I got somethin for the girls to taste and

The title ain’t «Poison», that’s what it’s laced in

«Ain't No Half-Steppin'», so yo, kick the pace in

«This Is Something For the Radio» station

It’s dope and «Down By Law» like Perry Mason

So «Have a Nice Day» and stop pacin

And take a physical, I ain’t invisible

You can’t see through me

Yo Marley Marl, give it to me