| Hoo!
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| Yeah it’s another one of them marvelous shits
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| Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit, yeah
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| So remarkable, yeah
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| As I say it over and over again
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| From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
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| Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
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| Yo, yo, Busta Rhymes the immaculate raw
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| Hardcore, riggady raw, lay niggas flat on the floor
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| We climb into the back of the four
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| Nonchalant flavor fo’sure, Timbs wit a aqua valor
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| Flava like you never seen it before
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| Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
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| Flipmode, be on it fo’sure
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| Be incredible to settle the score
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| Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door
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| From New York, down to Singapore
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| Keep you niggas jumpin’around, had the bitches beggin fo’more
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| Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
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| Now we stack cheddar galore, when we shop and buy at the store
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| Metaphor like nuclear war
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| I warned niggas if you try to bite, shit I’ll leave a crack in your jaw
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| Take the livest niggas out on a tour
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| Make a nigga black in the spot, make you wanna take off a door
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| All my dogs who hustle everyday
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| All my dogs who hustle everyday now
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| Own a store laundrymat around the way
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| And own a store laundrymat around the way now
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| We got to get it, YEAH!
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| My niggas, all my niggas
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| Show Me What You Got for me, what you got for me All my niggas what ya got for me All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
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| All my shorties that stay fresh everyday
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| My get money bitches who still hang around the way
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| All my get money bitches that chill around the way now
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| We got to get it, YEAH! |
| We gotta…
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| My bitches, all my bitches, c’mon
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| Tell me what you got for me What you got for me, all my bitches what you got for me Now, yo, we stay packin the toast
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| Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
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| And end up on the front of the post
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| Niggas know that I be rockin the most
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| Fuckin Ethiopian bitches, living in the ivory coast
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| Let me drug y’all niggas up wit a dose
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| Make you act just like you suppose'
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| Watch a nigga playin me close
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| Nowadays type of dough that we gross
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| I celebrate and throw me a roast
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| And get an old face for a host
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| We get it hype even when we be calm
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| Niggas know my word is my bond
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| When we come you know we the bomb
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| Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
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| Shoulda known it was a bad move
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| Fuckin around and gettin me started
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| Still whippin in the back of the truck
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| So what, not givin a fuck
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| In the streets, livin it up So what happened to the last nigga bust
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| Could give a fuck whoever he was
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| Throw them niggas outta the clubs
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| Them niggas all, shit turnin me off
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| Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
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| Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
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| After that we go and wild for the night
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| Make 'em know the style for the night
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| Car low, pile for the night
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| You know we always give y’all niggas a blaze
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| Black it out and party for days
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| Let y’all niggas fuck with the strays
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| Fuckin dimes at the end of the days
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| Gettin money but it’s too late
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| Got a nigga stuck in his ways |