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Live, Yeah, y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much When I was young, my mamma said I to cuss too much If I ain't you twenty years, I don't trust you much Roll with nuthin' but and hustlers
Yeah, I care if they crackin' down I'm a drug graduate the caps and gowns I used to have a thing for gats and pounds And I in my rhymes 'cuz you cats is clowns
Smash you down, you down We take yo and we blast yo' round Pass the crown to the new king This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee thing
Like the end of the world we put it all to a and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' And you go us and you all gonna flop When we reign, you gon' more than a mop
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what)
Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what, what) nobody do it like y'all do (What, what, what, what)
When we spit, yo we run outta rounds is life ball not football, you outta bounds Since some of you people's I be cruisin' around Slow it down 'cuz I that I'm losing you now
For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to 'Cuz the union is in here, it up When shoot you suppose to duck Look at by the bar posing drunk (Say what?)
We care who we toast in here We get you for how much you gross year You not a punk, you to fear Better not come out until the is clear
Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a that fast But even without this rap game I still cash My wears a money whiz, I'm trickin' buying Vicky Secret Just to cover her hair
Can't do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what)
Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what, what) nobody do it like y'all do (What, what, what, what)
Uh oh, you didn't I was coming My can't stand for the little man To rock without or with bad I can determine chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon'
The party ain't gon' start if ya don't I care if you leave, but you still be my man I don't get mad silly pettiness I say to hell it, say oh, well with it
Timbaland is known watch him ya move ya feet dope beats, rhyming sound so unique His beats are like Sean Archer and Troy Ya need the same identity to how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked just him Timbaland the resurrection Clear ese, don't try to hide ya fear Clear ese, ya hear the set got in ya ear?
Clear ese, this is the love man you're to Clear ese, his beats are dope, I try to you Can't nobody see us in the nine or the nine nine (Freaky freaky)
You're (Freaky) late (Freaky) You're (Hey, and guys) late
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Can't do it like we do (What what what what) nobody do it like y'all do (What what what)
Can't nobody do it we do (What what what what) nobody do it like we do (What what what)
nobody do it like we do (What what what what) Can't nobody do it like do (What what what)
Like y'all, the public is y'all the Ya do it so this goes out to y'all Quiet Storm, Z-man, 1 Life 2 Live, Man Wanna y'all for makin' us who we are today