1: Yo yall niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy yo, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my Right back to the block and cock, it hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar go shot for shot, Matter of fact, the bar they go shot for shot Me and my codie on a O-Z, we go for rock, Me and my codie on a we go rock for rock, You souped up, think I'm to touch, Then you been a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass of times On the still, like I ain't got a dime not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, here's a dime of that crack
Nigga up, keep all guns double clutch, Shoot at yo feet, you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take the french fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw part of my chain Pardon my game, car washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's Low on his funds, had to get the or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible Rims on the wheel, to down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin to give out hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch it's un bitch CEO joint bitches, punk I'mma let you know so you get it I don't rap nigga but spit it right a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now tussle 2 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the car, what y'all stand on, the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Charli Baltimore and Kim And can't see these flows, If you be stars see the CEO