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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 right baby!
I you dog!

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

I bring the hood I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke good we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that
scared to clap better strap your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
Enemies try to to me
Negative they get that close

Free, listen
Blow trees Mac Mittens
(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 some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
Overpayed shit? a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm like the baker your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and where you live
It's Freeway in the place my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip ride!

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

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

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

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

Murphy eighteen entertainin 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm just a boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who
Two toy carrier, two
One truck that seats six
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, smoke 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 with chumps up in my
And I take 'em far to a safe place to dump

Mister countdown
I'm with ya go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I now?
See how I procede caution
My whip fast all you niggas in horses
Randy Moss', I play when I
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius
Cris and the herb, make it hard to
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You hit while you was makin a turn
I strike a and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
K, nooone here even said your name
R, You feeling guilty bout something man
S, Sad to see you just want just
One more hit please!
You the first old man who should get a rapper's
No we ain't call this mic invention
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly kickin' too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

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

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

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