Bass lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I hate when n*ggas tell they stories talkin' when they used to have it
Me? I gotta get it, I gotta get money habit
I grew up livin' savage' ain't no need in goin' backwards
Unless you talkin' Biggie and Hypnotize, that's a classic
My life story nothin' short of monumental
The way I work the max I got a golden M emblem
Some would say a legend, I'm aight with movin' kilos
Three on the neck, a couple more for my amigos
Trap jumpin', Michael Jordan, Carolina Tar Heels
Pumpin' Action Bronson sh*t'll you doin' cartwheels
Different kinda bounce, slayed n*ggas might not recover
Face of death row, I ain't talkin' Vibe covers
But since you talkin' 90's, that was me with the chainsaw
I'm just tryna see if the beef would remain raw
I just want the pus*y and please don't say more
And quit askin' question 'bout what the AK for
I stick it out the window, start blastin' it
Bullets flyin', n*ggas duckin', like it's classic sh*t
Speed off right after I heat up your girl's car
Last thing you wanna hear is, "Worldstar"
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)

[Verse 2: Nick Shades]
My n*gga Crack unleashed a G to change the game, man
So I'ma drop this gem to let these rappers know it's time to change they game plan
Supply the bass plus I'm the flame man
The catalyst that sparks you for it's visions
Making use this thing more passionate
Paper advocate, dawg
Ain't it crazy how through many acts of savage sacrilege I got The sand man let it go from all the bad I did, then come up on a thing of sacrament?
That's an omen, so your boy on Terror Squad ain't no accident
Cannabis got me chasin' after mo' bread
Young n*gga, 20, with the knowledge of an old head
Infrared beams get your dome fed
Mass looks for actin' up, watch you fade away for not backin' up
I crack a dutch every hour on the dot
When my minions is we plot, more methods of collectin' to the day I cop the spot
On an island with a model that can't stand to wear a top
I'm a hustler 'til I drop
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)
The fiends want (Bass), so I feed 'em (Bass)
Not an 808 (Bass), they want that free (Bass)