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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 here baby!
I you dog!

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

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

It's Free,
Blow with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson
Bring the broads with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
a play nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (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 the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

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

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

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

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I rappers go back to the block
They be like "maybe I was better off rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really guilty bout something 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 this mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a

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

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

All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a need 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!