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Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get up in this ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Uhh)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be

Them niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute,
Niggaz with skills always and forever keeps a

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause the niggaz got dough don't mean they got flow

Just 'cause niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

What? Nigga, you can consider it the if I spit on it, get on it
Ride for a little bit, how your inner get
From internet, intellect, vibes that I'm it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you'll it

Legitimate, imminent, crash course for
From August to September, Prince is given it
From center split, train of thoughts that's mad
'Cause you and rudey don't mean everything's

Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna it before I say it
Now some pop some shit, but the get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
sayin' shit it just smells
Here's some Southside Saturday like Shamelle's

My syndicate is tight, quite right for these
all the hype, the berry-more-black shines
All mine, wines to dine rhymes
For forty projects, it naughty like Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why don't you
How did hip-hop get caught up in ill rap game?

Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they
(Right)
The niggaz with skills or them niggaz who be

Them niggaz that be be substitute, modelin'
The niggaz with the skills keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips shit without materialistic
show

Ask Duke, he
'Cause them niggaz got dough don't mean got that flow
Hah
'Cause niggaz got dough don't mean they got that flow

Please, man, I done burned some of the most fattest
Like chromium percolinate, not even tangible for them
To the holy weight, it takes soul to make a crowd animated
stated, hey, wait 'til we get off that label

And I waited twelve months for the opportunity
(Twelve months)
To thump, somethin' loved by my community
(Thump, bump, c'mon)
I'm movin' on all you punk, Bambino
Your style's depleted like without amino acids

I kids with mass times matter
clingin' to endeavors defined, clever words
Thus waiting never, verbs to rip
My rap ratings
(Eradicate shit)

For me to rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in mating season
Creating shit never before it
I'm makin' hybrids, potent enough to open eyelids
And leave dilated, stress is alleviated

Now it's easier plus feasible
For me to leave rap listeners and inebriated
We it, we came, dedicated, we rated supreme
with or without the cream

Yo, yo,
Yes, sit
Brother, why you explain
How did get caught up in this ill rap game?

Nah, I got a question, in who they followin'?
(Uhh)
The niggaz with or them niggaz who be hollerin'?

The niggaz be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
Niggaz skills always and forever keeps a followin'

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who rips shit bein' materialistic
Statistics

Ask miss, she
Just 'cause them got dough don't mean they got that flow
That's
Just 'cause them niggaz got dough don't mean they got flow