| AHHHHHH! |
| I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem,
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| down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
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| understand I gotta plan, to get me some green,
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| I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand,
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| now watch me shake this bitch up, like the dice games,
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| see I’m always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right
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| lanes,
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| different day same shit, I ain’t playin bitch,
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| niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
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| you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
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| you probably won’t get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz
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| at,
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| it’s a real deal bitch, the real shit, there’s no gimmiks,
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| Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
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| Verse 2-(Buk)
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| Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
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| cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
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| run it nigga nut wit yo five,
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| I like to lease shit it’s gettin leathal an I,
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| you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
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| drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
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| make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
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| adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
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| can’t waste no time, it’s first of my life an money,
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| now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,
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| gotta let you know that it’s a cuttin up,
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| an if you don’t hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you
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| hadn’t stuttered.
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| Verse 3-(Mystikal)
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| Slow down, they see me an say, THAT’S HIM,
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| that’s that bastard,
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| an as soon as you start runnin up like it’s hurtin ya,
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| it’s when I fuck ya fasta,
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| don’t really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have
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| to,
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| shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards,
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| y’all already know where we at this is Suave House, it’s like my house,
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| an if you ain’t down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
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| y’all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
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| sparks poppin from the ground it’s commin out my mouth,
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| bitch don’t get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
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| or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
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| we don’t give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,
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| one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
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| Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
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| (Eightball)
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| Real playaz,
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| wit nothin but this uncut,
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| (Master P)
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| Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
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| (Eightball)
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| Ain’t No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
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| world wide wit this pure uncut. |
| UGHH!
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| Verse 4-(Pysde)
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| Here goes this potioness vocaless,
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| wit the motion of locus,
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| an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
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| the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
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| the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin,
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| towels that ring-out, givin up on y’all boy,
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| y’all don’t need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
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| No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
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| you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you,
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| some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is,
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| a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???,
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| ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???,
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| inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me,
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| the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
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| Verse 5-(Master P)
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| UGHHH! |
| Chasin houses ride wit me,
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| real niggaz an bitches get high wit me,
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| I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
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| I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
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| but we all about our piz-aper,
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| that’s why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
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| so handle bizze at the biz-house,
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| it’s all about No Limit an that… Suave House,
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| gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
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| worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds,
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| so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
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| get rowdy, get bout it.
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| Verse 6-(Eightball)
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| Who is it? |
| Big Ball payin a visit,
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| don’t miss my exhibit, nigga I’m about to rip it, apart,
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| startin wit yo heart, we ain’t hard shit,
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| dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit,
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| an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,
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| the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,
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| niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on,
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| green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,
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| tornados flows, blow away my foes,
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| hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,
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| Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama,
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| in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
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| (Chorus Eightball an Master P’s x2)
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| (Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16) |