1: Yo niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock Right back to the and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for Me and my on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a we go rock for rock, You up, think 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 not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of crack
Nigga up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, you jump like double dutch, New baby, for you matchbox nigga'z Take away the french fry, box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin in the rain yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O 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 Rims on the wheel, to down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin 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 let's get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch CEO bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma it right Make a nigga, go to and pray Nigga'z first day, and his deal his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall gone respond, out the rusty car, what stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all men, I be Un man ??? Charli Baltimore and Kim And yall can't see flows, If you be stars see the CEO