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Uh..I got it (Neyo)

I put in the street that sell quicker than weed, I spit it raw like Im flippin a key
I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

I got pure for the fiends u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D,
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)

Uh, its what they been for

I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the they still fiendin
My and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes
I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours Im trafficking drugs

(I got what need)

Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, product will sure profit when yall cop it
Any hood or any city Im pumpin in, any slum Im in, my is come again
flow by the boatload like a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in
Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant what I spit
Like told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh

Uh, It ain't a city I moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating
Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, it poppin until its clockin in every time zone
Uh, time is money, my is hungry, its for my dudes and my dime honeys

(I got yall need)

Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of
Im red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some
I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it
The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off
DJs cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent King Herons back

I got a bout a million Mamis that me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up like sex drugs
They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, out so they can kiss the sky
Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he blessed Pac to a man in a vest
They wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap flow aphrodisiac
Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a to smokers a piff of chocolate
The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he to drugs, either way its a profit
Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, its the King pin every day I get a
Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the

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(Neyo)