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[Jermaine Dupri] uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah |
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They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up |
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Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up |
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Freessshhh from the floor up |
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And ya know what? |
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I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up |
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I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat |
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Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat |
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In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?" |
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Where the fuck you at? |
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From the south side, ruff ryde |
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No one will |
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Fuckin wit us, is a done deal |
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And y'all gotta hate huh? ' |
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Cuz it's to much weight for one |
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And y'all ain't havin' no fun |
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Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what |
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I do Whole street team tryin' do what |
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I do Like what? |
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Double countin' me out? |
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Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck [Chorus: JD and Cross together] (uh, uh, uh, uh) |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Cross] |
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Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me |
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I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3 |
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OT, I got cake with a |
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C and a D |
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On the wrist is a ice band capitol |
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B, small V |
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I'm fuckin' with the |
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Don Chi Chi |
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I'm a P-I- |
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M-P, you can't tempt me (uh) |
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Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery |
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Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me |
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What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie |
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Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen |
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I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin |
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It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin |
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UHH!!! [Chorus: JD and Cross together] (uh, uh, uh, uh) |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Ma$e] |
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C'mon, C'mon, |
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C'mon We be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately |
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Think of Po |
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Wop, Mickey |
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Bonz and A- |
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Z Fresh Ritz |
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Zit, Kevin |
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Giles and |
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DB And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me |
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I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it |
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Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it |
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I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to, |
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Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots |
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Cats change they name, to |
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Phil like a giant |
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I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment |
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This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin' |
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All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts |
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Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard |
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Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks |
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My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds |
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Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds |
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Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head |
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And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead |
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All Out, Ruff |
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Ryde mothafucka, |
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All Out Wanna flow |
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BEYATCH?! [Chorus: JD and Cross together] (uh, uh, uh, uh) |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us |
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Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this |
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All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out |
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So So Def make it hot to death |
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You ain't platinum plus? |
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You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Cross] |
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Uh, yeah Swizz |
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Beatz We them niggaz in the streets |
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All Out, J |
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D Who you with? |
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Double R mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah |
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Cross |
