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You we had to do a remix right?
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 your ass the fuck out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
Twenty-one I'm clubbin' it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you can't get Nelly settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to drive my stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make go back to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

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

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 herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the place break

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 it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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