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man]
This out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters what?
got something to say ya'll
him out
This is the lil' man right now
Yo kick it

If it's money to be made i i'm the printer
If ice to be rocked i guess i'm the winner
You know my crew ginuwine not the
One in a million like
Burn gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares
Cris' the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences like a newborn
You must be on some new and
Lyrically i murder tracks, put two in a
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll you up with joint that's mean
new york, va to cali, all points in between

Timbo i bowed it down in no
And every corner i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even bowed it in no
And every that i flow
I get it on

man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit that i dropped, nigga, whoa (whoa)
the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make shit (whew)
Hip to the hop when i in the do' (what?)
Missy went platinum then i in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

production on coko and total
Fugitive buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't believe me? take the back of your and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and down south they
When it come to beats i don't play, yo
I get it on

[lil'
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's point 'em out, check it

I sweeter than a two seater benz
Have your wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
Without the c's, lavish habits love the
Nigga's mad weaves
Spendin' ain't nuthin'
Nigga's who style
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga will you learn
It's automatic, now i realize i gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot
Check the whip, i'm banging my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, sealed, and prepare for the kiss

& lil' man]
And i told we won't miss, what?

man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out (um hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now let's ride, boo

Yo,
People understand how you do these beats, yo
Ha, even i understand
You know people tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
Play on