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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!

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

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

It's Free,
trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down 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? a minute, when this fakin
the cake up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the with your pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

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

It's Freeway in the place State P
And we got it takes 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 what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the blunt
I trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

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

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

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

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 burner nigga yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!