1: Yo yall wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy know yo, we the 1st teen in Harlem rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones my cock back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go for shot, Matter of fact, outside the bar go shot for shot Me and my on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a role we go for rock, You souped up, I'm easy to touch, Then you watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of On the corner still, like I got a dime not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take away the french fry, snack box
2: I know lookin at my jewerly is yo brain Not to mention Pinkett over parkin' the range (Yo Will Smith girl) naw she's 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 the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his P O it's done 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 drive down shows in the 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 route Back on the street, Jimmy get the on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch it's un bitch CEO bitches, punk bitches I'mma let you so you get it right I don't rap nigga but I'mma it right Make a nigga, go to church and Nigga'z first day, and his first leased his beamer now yall tussle 2 against 4, now on youngsta'z gone respond, out the rusty car, what y'all stand on, the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Baltimore and Lil' Kim And yall can't see flows, If you wanna be see the CEO