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[Chris Brown -
If feelin' fresh in the buildin'
Take your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' now
And say I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em
I know feelin' me
And if your too in the building
your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now
And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I they feelin' me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still here a lifestyle you would kill fo'
Still here with the same shoes that I had on the get go
Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of that didn't know
And I'm never that to find because 420 is my ZIP code
But back couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke
why I got so many hustles
Broke man from the floor
What you do in the middle of the winter
When the sun goes and it gets cold?
Growin' up in a house with no
No doors, no walls, no
And my was always fresher
I would go to in his clothes, when I did go
So that's why now this the type of life I live for
Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would
I throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit, fix the
with my y'all, I'm this close
Spent my whole chasin' chips, where's Nabisco?
My memories, I miss those
Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for
[Chris Brown -
If anybody fresh in the building
your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I know they me now
And if you too fresh in the
your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I know they me now
[T.I]
go, hey
I'm off my pit-stop
Flow airtight with no
Get shit pop when my shit
No hip-hop, Tip hop
I'm standin' at the tip top
I belong, it won't be long
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B
Some chick gettin' my on
To the sole of my feet, G
You're gon' have to get your on
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly
On the and I'm off the radar
Bernie Madoff money,
Got killers paid off it all
I got the juice, you place a call
And we place a to who place a call
Don't get your and not too hard
I disregard you say
Back up the and pass the buck
Here's where I'm stoppin'
Got swag all on me,
wipe it away we too ill, ill
That's how we got arenas, domes, and filled
How you
[Chris - Chorus]
If feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I they feeling me now
And if you too in the building
Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I they feeling me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm still here a black whip from the strange clouds
And I'm still here the same team, nigga stay down
here for the east side
Ain't a thing change but the account
high when I come 'round
Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands
And I go hard, my passport's a postcard
a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
With the of a soldier
But even still I want no parts
And no niggas no hearts
You cocksuckers need throw
I'm throwed off for the most
A young dog an old bark
dumb, but I'm so smart
I compose art, call me
My like a soap opera
With two like it's Noah's ark
They got nice dresses with no bras good bodies like "Oh God!"
From a poor child to on top a mohawk
But I new I'd go far
Like a gas truck no park
So no applause, the applause
Just put hand up if you know the song
[Chris - Chorus/Outro]
If feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I know feeling me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it high to the right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I know they me now