1: Yo niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a booby boy know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to Ain't takin to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar go shot for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go for rock, Me and my codie on a we go rock for rock, You up, think I'm easy to touch, you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a Autographs not the kind to be the crap, Here's a CD, slash a dime of that crack
Nigga double up, keep all double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take away the french fry, box niggaz
2: I lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's of my chain Pardon my game, car washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, get you one in yo back The hood I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them Diplomat, black, yo convertible fives on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got to give out Stroke to give out, smoke to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this Back on the street, Jimmy get the on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, bitches I'mma let you so you get it right I rap nigga but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first his first beamer now yall tussle 2 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, out the rusty car, what stand on, fuck the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Charli and Lil' Kim And yall can't see flows, If you be stars see the CEO