| That nigga Roy Jones slapped the shit outta some ho last night
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| Ho was all off in the nigga face man, talkin' bout
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| That ho was talkin' bout, talkin' bout, talkin' bout
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| Ha, ha what that ho was talkin' bout Roy
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| Ya just slapped the bitch huh, fuck it uh
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| Two of the coldest off in the game to ever touch it
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| First niggas to talk shit and the last ones to fuck with
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| Bring niggas to rough it
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| Keepin' you bitches at a hush hush
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| Cause y’all don’t wanna fuck with us
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| We dangerous, you don’t wanna bang with us
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| You niggas ain’t come as hard as you claim you was
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| What chu' think this was, some niggas rhymin' on a rap song
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| Dancin' on the video, lookin' like Arsenio
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| Really though, I spank niggas asses on microphones
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| Then I bust they ass in the chops like Roy Jones
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| Once again it’s on, it’s a must I keep it poppin'
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| Right hand followed by hook and ya can’t stop it
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| I use rappers like spark plugs
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| Give em' a chance to get they hands out
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| Then pick they ass up off the canvas
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| Man what, if you ain’t in the game then don’t play it
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| Ain’t tryin' to get ya ass knocked out then don’t say shit
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| Wrong niggas to play with
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| Ya need to cease with all that bumpin'
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| Fore I whip yo ass like you stole something, playin'
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| We got this sparring partner dude, he used to box
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| He’s pretty good, and uh I beat the shit outta of him the one day man
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| I was just tearing his ass up
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| So they in the back shooting pool right
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| And uh, somebody said something to my friend
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| Was like come to the front, man why you going up there
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| He said man I’m going to get my pistol
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| And the dude I had punched was shooting pool right, ha ha ha
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| He stopped and started punching
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| And I started whipping him like that
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| Two of the realest from this street thang, just lockin' it down
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| Face, that’s my ace but I got other dudes that be knockin' em down
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| By the pound, pound for pound, now how this sound
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| Scarface and R.J. |
| hookin' up, J knowin' underground
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| But on the surface, we still gon' work these niggas, don’t sweat it
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| And you think you thinkin' about crossin' this duo, forget it
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| Cause you can bet it’s gonna be disaster when legends strike
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| Face super-tight on the mic and hot damn I can fight
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| So what would you like
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| We can do it on wax or on the canvas
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| But how would we do it, niggas won’t be able to stand it
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| Now how you manage to let me and Face put this shit together
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| The best of the best in the studio and we still gettin' better
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| Ain’t no lackin' y’all thought we was slackin' shit, Face packin'
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| R.J. |
| on the side cause he know I got the brass backin'
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| I can handle shit with this lead hook or this straight right hand
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| But when it come down to this rap shit, I think I got the right man
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| Tell them niggas how mad I was when you hit the floor man
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| I damn near, man I was so motherfucking mad man
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| I said quit playing man
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| He was playing, I’ll kick his teeth in man
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| I was like quit playing man, whip that nigga ass, quit playing man |