| ..Collect call originates
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| From a correctional facility in Missouri
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| And may be recorded or monitored.
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| Yo nigga, this City
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| Answer the phone next time
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| You prolly gonna call right back but
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| Ight? |
| One.
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| (Don't blow it)
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| City spud said whut up
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| And to give you this message.
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| (Don't blow it — repeat 2X)
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| Ali said peace
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| And learn today’s lesson.
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| (Don't blow it — repeat 2X)
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| Kyjuan said them
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| New Jordans comin' out.
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| (Don't blow it — repeat 2X)
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| And Nelly said there’s
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| Gon be a party down south
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| For the nigga mention my name
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| I let him know the deal
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| City nigga, the same nigga
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| You thought was a lame nigga
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| Now Murphy Lee is really ready
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| Fully preparred and well done
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| I told you that I’d give you my all if I sell none
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| Expected to sell plenty
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| Lotta more than Kenny
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| Big as «Coming To Amerrica» since I came and sent it
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| They saw he got his own money
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| «That boy got his own money!»
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| So please don’t try to take nuttin from me
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| I’m talkin' consequences, all my conses see quence
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| Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason
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| I’m eas-un, eas-un on down down down down down
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| Makin' my rounds, I’m like a new Santa in town
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| Clown, calm down
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| I got issues like magazines
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| I’ll leave you washed up, cut and cooked like Mama greens
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| You only cook erry once in a while like lima beans
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| Me, I’m therre all the time behind the scenes
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| Livin' my little dream (Uh-oh!)
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| Smokin' on Cali green (Uh-oh!)
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| Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted limousines derrty.
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| Come on derrty be for real
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| I can let you know the deal like a salesman
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| I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man
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| But nah, I’m a rapper I’ma put you in bars
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| Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put em in charge
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| You practice lookin' hard and you missin' preseason
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| So when it’s gametime you on the side chearrleadin'
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| I’ll have you breathing in and out like Ali
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| Hatas like Marley, he hot like tamales
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| I’m the same derrty
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| That came wit them boys in the Range derrty
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| And it’s strange how we 16 mil in they change derrty
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| Exchange the Range for the six fo' that sit low
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| Hatas sick though, mad cuz they didn’t like us from the get-go
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| I tip-toe through beats, complete style unique
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| 16's in the hallway, probably take you a week
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| I critique my lifestyle, I change my game cuz of fame
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| It’s a shame to see results in you mentioning in my name
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| Many many many many
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| Many mention Murphy Lee name like I’m a reference
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| I’ma make yo ass S.A.T. |
| is you try to test me
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| I hang where the best be, never been on jet skis
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| Been to D.C. and LA like Tyrone Nesby
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| Though, most definitely I’m worldwide like Pepsi
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| And I take carre of my whole household like Jeffrey
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| So why you hatas wish to mention my name, mayn?
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| Can’t understand I’m just doin' my thang
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| Yo I change for nay-nada nudda muddasucker
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| I’ll sell music instead of drugs, fans instead of cluckers
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| Ya dig? |
| I’m original like a black man wit a gig
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| And not eatin' pig is why I had to split ya wig
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| But they might, and he might
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| You know they watchin' the person who watchin' the person
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| Jockin' my Johnny Cochran you cornball
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| All of em stick like a corn dog
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| 48 bars I’m on y’all, I warned y’all… |