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You know we had to do a remix
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one right baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke good when we
Forget the 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I up your hood like the hammer man
your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap better strap folks (strap, your, folks)
Who beef with State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they don't get that

Free, listen
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 shots still turn the club out ho

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch what you say around
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to the whole place break

It's Murph dun in the with Nelly
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it to shake the whole place

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't your rim on the curb
You gettin't hit you was makin a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here said your name
R, You really guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

It's Nelly in the place Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got what it to the rock the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

All a y'all need to one yo
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!