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[Intro] Aiyyo check this verse out |
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My platinum chains, my big willy, my |
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Mercedes-Benz |
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That's right? [laughing] [Verse 1] |
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Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) |
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Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) |
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You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your |
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Rolly on Not just any |
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Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. |
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Hey take ya car keys (Jingle Jingle) to ya class |
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E Big body be for your |
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CD- I mean, |
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DVD For ya |
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T.V in ya head beats, in ya back seat |
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Haha, y'all think |
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I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the shit that you be talking bout |
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How you the drug game sold up and locked down |
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John Gotti got life and |
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I'm sure he never told nobody |
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Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it |
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You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried |
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Nine millimeters and |
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Techs and them |
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AK47's Illegal weapons you talking bout you snucked in the club |
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You got so many guns |
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Tell me why you rappers steady getting robbed |
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I got two more verses for you (huh) this ain't just to an individual person |
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These questions here for all of ya [Hook] |
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I can write a song without ice, bitches, and cars can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!) |
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I can blaze a track without bustin a gat at a cat can you mutha fuckas do dat? (DO DAT?!) [Chorus 2x] |
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Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit |
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When the radios in the club get to pumpin this |
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And they start to finding out what what rappin really is [Verse 2] |
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Verse 2, now that you know what the song's about |
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Yall probably cussin me out |
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You gonna listen to it anyhow |
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Lets talk about somebody like |
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Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from |
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Jacob and don't think we know |
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You got a platinum piece but your chain is plain white gold |
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After the video it got to go back to the store |
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That's Crazy, talkin bout some shit you don't own |
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Oughta be ashamed of yourself |
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Yo, don't they call that frontin, holmes? |
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You ain't |
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Jigga, Nigga |
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Nor can you spin like |
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Puff And got a cash money deal |
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So what's your |
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Big Willy talk for? |
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I get so excited man, your track got me leapin |
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Then you start rhyming and (Yawn) |
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I get sleepy [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] |
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It's a sad situation, record labels buggin out |
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Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about (Whoa!) |
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Yeah that's crazy and you think about it baby |
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Only thing that changed in yo rhyme was ya date "2000" |
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Oh that shit is hot, put that on the album |
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You heard it with my man kick that shit (??) |
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Loud and proud, nigga swear he be throwin down |
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Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth |
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I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right |
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No more muthafuckin sound alikes! |
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Sound-a-like (Mobb Deep!) |
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Sound-a-like (Jay-Z!) |
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Sound-a-like (B.I.G.!) |
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And we don't need no more please! [Chorus] |
