| Uhhhhhh, ha ha
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| Where the real niggas at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Where the real bitches at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Where the real niggas at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Where the real bitches at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Where the real niggas at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Nigga, I’m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
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| M-Y-S-T-I-kal Its the man right chea
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| I ain’t the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills
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| I ain’t Dennis Rodman’s hair and I ain’t Holyfield’s ear
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| I ain’t that damn man to see the Sandman at the Apollo
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| I ain’t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald’s
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| Bitch I’m the line through the «t» and the dot on the «i»
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| I’m the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry
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| I’m the lightning in bad weather!
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| I’m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
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| I ain’t no ho, I ain’t no punk, I ain’t no bitch, I ain’t no fag
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| I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t no trick, I ain’t no snitch, I ain’t no rat
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| I’m that $ 20,000 a pop every stop when I’m tourin'
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| I’m that «FIRE!» |
| on that last verse of «Make 'Em Say UHHH!»
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| I ain’t that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
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| Bitch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I’m THAT BASTARD!
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| Where the hot boys at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there
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| Where the hot girls at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
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| I’m the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
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| From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
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| I’m the lady alligator so you c-calm in that water
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| I’m the migrane in your head thumpin' harder and harder
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| I’m the floss hard ho nigga that cocks the squat
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| Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
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| I’m the index finger on the trigger, don’t move
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| Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
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| If I catch you in the club and you start to trippin
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| I’m the fist in brass knuckles that’s goin hit your chin
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| All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
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| I’m the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
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| I’m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
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| I’m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
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| I’m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
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| I’m the lady on report card day I’m Mama Mia
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| Where the real niggas at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there
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| Where the real bitches at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Ahhhhhhh!
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| I’m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
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| I’m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
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| I’m the nigga with the gun, that be askin' where the dollars at
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| I’m the nigga with the six hundred everybody’s tryin to holler at
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| I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass
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| I be the reason why you didn’t pass, the reason why you cut class
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| I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
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| I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance
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| The reason why she didn’t marry ya
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| I be the nigga they try to keep from around, hanging around your sister
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| I be the nigga they call Silkk The Shocker, you might call me MISTER!
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| Now I got a mob ties, I’m a ghetto wise guy
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| Military minding, on the front lines, always pull off the drive bys
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| Case over like the last song, like all the cash gone
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| Heir to the throne, cause I’m the little brother of the last don
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| Little bitch can’t mix, flip shit, loose lips sink ships
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| Plus I gotta pair of cement shoes, I can make fit, your a fake bitch
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| Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
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| Keep a tight grip, infrared on my shit so I don’t miss
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| Now I’m that razor that cuts the dope, the newest member of the 504
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| Member the one they call Vito, yeah that’s me (you know)
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| Where the hot boys at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there
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| Where the hot girls at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Right chea, right chea
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| Over there, over there |
| I’m the enemy behind, so watch your back
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| When the live brown hit the chamber, I’m the click clack
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| When you run, I’m the danger, I’m the smack and the pimp slap
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| I’m the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
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| The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap
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| The nigga that fucked all the hoes y’all be trying to mack
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| I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
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| The nigga that taught your little brother
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| How to cook that dope (Kane & Abel)
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| The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
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| I’m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the coat
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| Where the real niggas at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Where the real bitches at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Where the hot boys at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Where the hot girls at
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| Where they at, where they at
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| Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at
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| Where the hot boys at
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| Where the hot girls at
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| I’m the bars on your cell, I’m the fire down in hell
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| I’m the ice cream bells, I’m the gas you pump at shell
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| Nigga, I’m the wheels on the tank, ha ha
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| I’m the million dollars that you want from the bank
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| I’m a diamond on a ring, I’m your brains when you think
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| I’m your bartender when you drink, I’m OJ without the shank
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| Nigga, I’m the M in fuckin mob (mob)
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| I’m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shot
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| I’m the super in dome, I’m the C in chrome
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| I’m the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
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| I’m the K in killer, I’m the D in drug dealer
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| I’m the G in gangsta nigga, I’m the realest nigga
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| That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
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| I’m the gold on your teeth, I’m the nike’s on your feet
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| I’m the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
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| I’m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
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| I’m the nigga with these rhymes, I’m the last don
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| And I’m a end this motherfucker cause it ain’t no more time |