| Putting it down, ya heard
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| The Rookie of the Year, coming soon baby
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| Holla, check it
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| Now you might see Mag, rolling slow in a gray and black
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| Made back laid back, with the roof raised back
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| And the haters hate that, I’m grinding everytime
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| I’m like a diamond homie, shining everytime
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| I’m rhyming everytime, I gotta stay hungry
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| Gotta break mics, gotta take flights
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| From Conroe to Monroe, these haters duck when my gun blow
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| Every night, I’m fucking more than one hoe
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| It’s Magno ya heard, I gotta wreck when the beat drop
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| I bust a flow, and make these hoes wanna P-Pop
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| So I’m really the best, you’ll understand why
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| Once the Rookie of the Year, in your deck
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| I spit sixteen, and end up with fifty
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| Try to play boys in the hood, and you might just end up like Ricky
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| Too much money, my wallet ain’t folding at all
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| I’m a hood nigga, catch me at the hole in the wall ya heard
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| It’s Young Slugga, fuckers
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| It’s Young Slugga, fuckers
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| Swisha House, Swisha Blast
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| Ya heard
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| Dirty 3rd, Freestyle Kingz
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| Mike Jones got that fire green
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| (tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
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| Magno got that fire green
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| (tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
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| Dirty 3rd got that fire green
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| (tell him fi-fi-fire it up)
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| And Young Slugga got that fire green
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| (tell him fi-fi-fire it up) |