1: Yo yall niggaz wit the 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 millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy likes my cock Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot 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 we go rock for rock, You up, think 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, 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 double up, keep all guns clutch, Shoot at yo feet, you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox Take away the fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo Not to mention Jada Pinkett parkin' the range (Yo that's Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain my game, car gettin 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 done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the 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 out, naw we ain't over this route on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street Tour motherfucka let's get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh un bitch CEO joint bitches, bitches let you know so you get it right I don't rap but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and first day, and his first deal leased his first beamer now tussle 2 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, out the rusty car, y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids Y'all men, I be Un man ??? Baltimore and Lil' Kim And can't see these flows, If you be stars see the CEO