Mase Goes In On Camron

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Mase went in on fellow Harlem World affiliate Cam'ron. He has accused the Dipset leader of having sex with his sister and also having a tattoo of Mase on him. It seems Mase felt it was time to say something about Camron's shots at him over the years ( a decade actually).

Camron recently said this in a song about Mase:

97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount Chick in my crib, her ribs about to dig em out Then Ma$e called, said "Yo, I'm stuck inside some bytches house" Her boyfriend at the door, could I hurry up and get him out Aight, what's the address? Homie said "Kingsbridge" That was great I had some nigggas right on Bainbridge Yeah, we play but believe it ain't no game kid Hopped off the elevator, aimed it at that lame lid I ain't give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho Got this nikka home and he passed me a hundo ($100 dollars?!) Told him straight up I ain't feeling him Let me curve this nikka 'fore I end up killing him"

I would make 80k on a lazy day

Then I watched him play

Pop Lotti against Baby Maine

At this time I'm moving heroin in Maryland

They both died and this nigga turned reverand!

Had the hood hot, FBI and agents 'round We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul F it,

kept it moving with my true manoeuvres On the highway nigga moving that Eukanuba"

Mase's Response below:

[Verse 1] Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction Pussy nigga wearin' pink I guess he think he matchin' I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V You singing nigga, ain't gonna be no back up bitch with me I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc D.C. crips only know you the nigga they shot OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block And everybody seen the footage I got Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga I ain't gone talk about the time you fucked your sister In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA You always play the sucker part Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park? Matter fact I’m on a true life change But let's get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain Damn bro Damn the whole fuckin' land know After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go? We all understand though You not really built for this shit You not ready to kill for this shit But no regrets You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu You gone out rhyme who? I’m your prime times 2 I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do Bitches fuck me but that's what dimes do Somebody wanna jump in tell 'em come share I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare I'm pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin' guns here You way past the gun line Every time you talk of me you sound like one time I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed Gilet I know you need money I get it I know your digital sales I know about your digits I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute I know it's crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it I made you, I raised you, why would I play you? When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in Lady treat me like him important I don’t even think of scoring I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking Heard that often Had to rap again, y’all was boring 'em Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want The whole hood know I’m the origin You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit And when Jim start ballin' you get back on sissy shit You even had the nerve to call up Sham And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam Damn, Cam, I thought more of you But when I think about it, that's really all you do You really not that fly You really not that guy You really not that wise I'm really not surprised All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies Now I'm like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies” Ain’t no unity Ain’t no Children of the Corn Ain’t no you and me Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community And thats word to my nigga Big L To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird I’m done rapping with you You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you

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