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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 right baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the hood when I'm
Scrap backwoods
smoke good when we traveling
Forget the 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your like the hammer man
your gat, better bust it if you get that close
You're to clap better 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,
trees with Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with
(Leave a in your crib)
a play nigga?
(You with some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? 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
It's Freeway in the with my squad
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 to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to Young
'Cause 50 shots still will the club out ho

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

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

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

Murphy Lee's entertainin 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the 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 truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to

It's countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, what I said now?
See how I procede with
My whip crack fast all you in horses
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's a comeback
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, nooone even 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 ain't system call mic invention
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

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

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

All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang 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!