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

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

B Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it takes to 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 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

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

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

Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my 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 Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with up in my trunk
And I 'em real far to a safe place 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 whip crack fast all you niggas in
Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six the throwback
Sixers, number six Irv'
and the herb, make it hard to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but it's lost and a fact
Like K, nooone even said your name
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you really just want
One more hit please!
You the first old man who get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm snitching? Matter fact the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around 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 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

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