1: Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get in the tussle I'mma hustler, not a bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to Ain't shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock Right back to the block and cock, it hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar go shot for shot, Matter of fact, the bar they go shot 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, think I'm to touch, Then you been a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of On the corner still, I ain't got a dime not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that
Nigga up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you like double dutch, New York baby, for you nigga'z away the french fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my jewerly is 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 washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo The that 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 coke or the Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible Rims on the wheel, to drive down in the South Rap that great neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to out, motherfuckin smoke to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over route Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the over motherfucka let's get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk I'mma let you know so you get it 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 beamer now tussle 2 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the car, what stand on, fuck the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Charli and Lil' Kim And yall see these flows, If you be stars see the CEO