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You know we had to do a remix
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And we got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the out

I the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap backwoods
Scrap good when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the
I clap up your hood the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that
You're scared to clap better strap folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they don't get close

Free, listen
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads down ribbons
(Leave a in your crib)
Caught a play
(You fucking with made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the cake up out his
(Then slide, uh)
I'm the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my
And we got what it takes to the K, flip your ride!

It's B Sig in the place State P
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
Still watch you say to Young freak
'Cause 50 still will turn the club out ho

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah!
Still watch you say to B Sig
'Cause we got it takes to dump the D-E yeah

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
'Cause theres on my waste to make the whole place break

Murph dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say to my face
I got what it takes to shake the whole place

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
when I'm clubbin' it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that six asses
Twenty-Twos to the masses
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go to the block
They be "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole
I take trips chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

It's countdown
I'm ya dirty go head and lay down
a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I procede caution
My whip crack all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say I wanna
Around six in the six with the
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the
You gettin't hit while you was a turn
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got repsect but lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone even said your name
R, You really feeling guilty something man
S, Sad to see you really want just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we system call this mic invention
I'm snitching? Matter stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' with too many
Mid west, and we aim mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe outside who the want a ride?

Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

It's Freeway in the with State P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E

All a need to one yo self
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
All a y'all need to one yo
Go get the burner bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!