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 and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy likes my cock back to the block 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 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, 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 Autographs not the to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash a dime of that crack
Nigga up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take the french fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo Not to mention Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my Pardon my game, car washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo The hood that I had, had to take the good 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 fives Rims on the wheel, to down shows in the South Rap that great neither, I got coke 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 motherfucka let's get back on our
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un shhhhh it's un bitch CEO bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you so you get it right I rap nigga but I'mma spit it right a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his deal his first beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on yall respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all on, fuck the tabloids Y'all men, I be Un man ??? Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall see these flows, If you wanna be see the CEO