1: Yo yall niggaz wit the 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 know, get to know Ain't takin to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock Right back to the and cock, it ain't hop and scotch pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go for shot Me and my on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my on a role we go rock for rock, You souped up, I'm easy to touch, Then you been 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, here's a dime of that crack
Nigga double up, all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you like double dutch, New baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, snack box
2: I know lookin at my 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 washed in the 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 fuckin P O it's Low on his funds, had to get the or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the Rap ain't that neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to out, motherfuckin smoke to give out to give out, naw we ain't over this route 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 it's un bitch shhhhh it's un CEO joint bitches, bitches let you know so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it Make a nigga, go to church and first day, and his first deal leased his first now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on youngsta'z respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all stand on, fuck the Y'all men, I be Un man ??? Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall can't see flows, If you be stars see the CEO