1: Yo niggaz wit the muscle yall get clapped in the tussle hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a booby boy know 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 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 they go 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 been watchin' a bit of TV, too much, of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times 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 up, keep all guns double clutch, at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox away the french fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my jewerly is yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett parkin' the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw part of my chain my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo The hood that I had, had to the good with the bad Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them Diplomat, black, yo convertible fives on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to out hoes to give out, naw we over this route Back on the street, get the crack on the street Tour over let's get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un CEO joint bitches, bitches I'mma let you so you get it right I don't rap but I'mma spit it right a nigga, go to church and pray Nigga'z first day, and his first leased his first now yall tussle 2 4, now on yall youngsta'z gone respond, walk out the car, what stand on, fuck the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Charli and Lil' Kim And yall can't see flows, If you be stars see the CEO