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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 will knock your ass the fuck out

I bring the hood I'm traveling
backwoods unraveling
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the
I up your hood like the hammer man
your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're scared to clap strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef with 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) Smith and Wesson
the broads down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a play
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up and distribute where you live
Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got it takes to dump the K, flip your ride!

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

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

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

It's Murph dun in the place with
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch 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 a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my
I used to my mama stuff
Now the boy puttin' twenties 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 place to be
And I got enough to fill the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you just want 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
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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

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

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