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Yea, yea, this sound like
One, two O'clock in the mornin' with the full out
Niggaz in they trucks
With a fresh box of ecstasy for these bitches

Yea, team select, collect, G's connect
nigga direct the trees to the smoke fest
Wanna take a
Yes, the zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in
Hit ya, I'm get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your
Yo, map shit out, blast the speakers
a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly
Pimp and how to sky walk
Moderatin' how we the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish
and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all my bounce so don't be botherin', niggaz
So now you feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My is spectacular
plans'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a Minivan Astro after my gat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm that
All my niggaz if you me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if you're me
Yea, I see you,

Yea, my whole mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics Galileo
Smash you like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock and Clarks
I to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how be leavin they mark
Fuckin' with diplomats who love
Monopolize and quickly get other fuckin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic to a of niggaz
That be all schemin' on the wallet
type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
Shit happens, gun clap for you in a gift
You should how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to they ArchBishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all
Call me Atheist, because I don't in you, God
like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great artist and architect
how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the
Nevertheless, we split head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the shit for the street
Nevertheless, we split your and your chest, now rock to the beat

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get
up, light up, and smoke that 'dro
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with
All my if you with me
Yea, I see you,
All my bitches, if with me
Yea, I see you,

Holla at me now,
Yea, Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea