1: Yo yall niggaz wit the yall get clapped in the tussle hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle Show a little booby boy know yo, we the 1st teen in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my Right back to the block and cock, it hop and scotch pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot, Matter of fact, the bar they go shot for shot Me and my on a O-Z, we go rock for rock, Me and my codie on a we go rock for rock, You souped up, I'm easy to touch, you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much, Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, here's a dime of that crack
Nigga double up, keep all guns clutch, Shoot at yo feet, make you like double dutch, New York baby, for you matchbox away the french fry, snack box niggaz
2: I know lookin at my is scarrin yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin in the rain yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to out to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the on the street Tour over motherfucka get back on our feet
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3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un CEO bitches, punk bitches let you know so you get it right I rap nigga but I'mma spit it right Make a nigga, go to church and Nigga'z first day, and his deal leased his first beamer now yall 2 against 4, now on youngsta'z respond, walk out the rusty car, what y'all on, fuck the tabloids little men, I be Un man ??? Baltimore and Lil' Kim And can't see these flows, If you be stars see the CEO