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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 it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will your ass the fuck out

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

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the down with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a play
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him the AK nigga (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute, when fakin
Snatch the cake up out his
(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 takes to the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the with State P
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to freak
'Cause 50 shots still will 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 watch you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes to dump the D-E yeah

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

Murph dun in the place with Nelly
And I got it takes 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
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck seats six asses
to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, smoke up in my ashes
I to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my
And I take 'em real far to a place to dump

It's Mister
I'm ya dirty 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
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, it hard 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 and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even said name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm snitching? fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
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 around
'Cause theres somethin on my to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the 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 what it to dump the D-E yeah

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