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Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Right,
Brother, why you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap

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

niggaz that be hollerin' is substitute, modelin'
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 them niggaz got dough don't mean they got flow

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

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

Groovy when you hear it, the world's gonna feel it I say it
Now some pop some shit, but the get the big G's from sales
(Whoo)
Nobody sayin' shit it just
Here's some Southside Saturday like Shamelle's

My syndicate is tight, right for these times
Contradictin' all the hype, the berry-more-black
All mine, wines to dine rhymes
For forty projects, keepin' it naughty Treach

Ahh, yo,
Yes, sir
My brother, why you explain
How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap

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

Them niggaz that be hollerin' be substitute,
The niggaz with the forever keeps a followin'

pride
Never we be
Who rips without bein' materialistic
show

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

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

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

I blast kids with mass times
Forever clingin' to endeavors defined, clever
Thus waiting never, frustrating to rip
My rap eradicate
(Eradicate shit)

For me to take rhythms and mate 'em with rhymes in season
Creating shit before made it
I'm hybrids, created potent enough to open eyelids
And leave pupils dilated, stress is

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

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

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

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

Swallowin'
we be imperialistic
Who rips shit without bein'
Statistics

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