1: Yo yall niggaz wit the yall get clapped in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my Show a booby boy know yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go for rock, You souped up, I'm easy to touch, Then you watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass of times On the corner still, like I got a dime Autographs not the to be signin' the crap, a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take away the french fry, snack box
2: I lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin in the rain Runnin yo trap, get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good the bad Joe on the run, put his fuckin 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, crisp black, yo convertible Rims on the wheel, to drive 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 out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the on the street Tour over motherfucka get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk I'mma let you so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it Make a nigga, go to and pray Nigga'z day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now yall 2 against 4, now on yall respond, walk out the rusty car, y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all men, I be Un man ??? Charli and Lil' Kim And can't see these flows, If you be stars see the CEO