Bass

[Intro: Fat Joe]

Yeah

Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

I hate when niggas 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 shit'll you doin' cartwheels

Different kinda bounce, slayed niggas 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 pussy 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', niggas duckin', like it's classic shit

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 nigga 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 nigga, 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)