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Hey Mami
You know that I like it When you call me Papi But it seems like lately baby You've been seein' another chico And baby You know that he can't go down like me And you know that the ni**a can't freak like me So Mami tell me one little thing How deep is your love for me How deep is your love for me Tell me what it's gonna be Now do you see yourself With a ni**a like me On the low though So your friends won't know see Venq aqui Mami Puerto Rican I see The way you wiggle it The way you move your body He can't make you get wetter than me But I bet he keeps tellin' you He's better than me Oh you know that he can't go down like me (And you don't know) You know that he ain't no freak like me (And you don't know) So baby tell me one little thing How deep is your love for me How deep is your love for me Tell me what it's gonna be Now do you see yourself With a ni**a like me On the low though So your friends won't know see Ooh Mami I got to know Tell me how deep Tell me how deep Before you tell me Another chico Tell me how deep Tell me how deep There will never be Another Senorita see And all I ask is that you keep on lovin' me Ooh Mami chula You know that there will never be a chico Quite like Sisqo So I must know |
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[Case]
Uh, uh, uh, uh That's right (oooo, yo, oooo, oh) Life is funny, ain't it? (yeahh, oh yeah) Sometimes you can end up with (c'mon Joe, c'mon, ready) Somebody you really don't wanna be with (no way, babe) And others left to figure it out (oh, sing it for me Case) Check it She was more than a woman, a goddess for all it seems (is that right?) And all I ever needed was her right here loving me For a while we were cool and the grooving of love was on But I still remember how it felt when our love was gone In a tattered picture book Was a photograph she took years ago Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind) How could love be so unkind? Heartbreak time (My heart is breaking, Oh) Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass (Joe help me out) [Joe] As she turned through the pages, the tears roll down her face I could see her reminiscing why her life had to be this way Then she stopped as she came to a page where her diary ends To smell the scent of an old rose from her lover I suppose In a tattered picture book Was a photograph she took years ago Secret memories in her mind (secret memories in her mind) How could love be so unkind? Heartbreak time Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass The pictures keep spinning (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) Cuz she's lost inside the past The pictures keep spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) As she stares into the glass, I'll be waiting (Oh na, na, na, na, na, na) Cuz she's lost inside the past Lost inside the past Faded pictures in a broken glass Like a mirror revealing What the woman is feeling Was it someone from a distant past? Cuz it's breaking my heart So won't you stare into the glass |
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WHAT?...well fuck you bitch
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Verse One: Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without giving you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings [niggaz] KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN? If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of Jigga would you come around naked, would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my [dick], kiss it - could ya see yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a [nigga] when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Jay-Z] Can I get a WHAT WHAT to these chickens from all of my doves who don't love those, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these fellas from all of my ladies who don't got love for players without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, not done [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh-uh uh uh [Verse Two: Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT How a [bitch] gonna get around your BUS PASS ? put this [ass] on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my ? ? this, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" [Shit!] I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca Late nights, candlelight, can I tear the [cock] up Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, [shit] remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin [shit], I dash yo [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Verse Three: Ja] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, you good if you got those Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my women VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us? If not Boo, you know what, I still got you [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wi me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah... |
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Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall Cuz your real world is not a world at all 1 - |
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"Bitch Betta Have My Money"
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high high wit You opted to leave a nigga with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dildo Plastic nympho Only see dick in porno Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp shit ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg Shit is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best bitch Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better bitch Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars biatch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money |
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Yeah check check I can't I can't manage I I can't
(But you must Rick) I can't I can't manage (But you must Rick) Ah shit Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason vision Releasin' me a basket case from prison Pissed Blood feenin' the villain like 'Wassup ya'll' Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em Misleadin' a bit although proceedin' a hit I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit Played the empty headed part, Though the moment they dreaded start, neat Back of the head and took the credit card Seen properly decease, Made it look like an everyday robbery to police And I's out Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky Alert the rest to beef up security And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred Another brother deservin' to get massacred Pleasure in poppin' that flea Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas Not insane, nor am I biased Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before my fly ass Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence A drug related incident I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers Reason why your girlfriends dig us - cause I kill niggaz You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life At a jam, nine figure on shelf While your army a nigger snickering among self - thiefs Who wanna clock the br |
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(feat. Flesh-n-Bone, Monifah)
[Flesh-n-Bone:] Flesh-n-Bone,Montell,Monifah, Something for my people. (I was on my knees last night and I said) Now,I'm gonna lay me down(down,down...) to sleep I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up Hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He Take up,take up [Montell Jordan:] Oh,you never heard these words before(no) And I know you've never seen this side of me,I'm quite sure But livin my life with you here is givin me tears of joy And I never wanna leave you baby So if by chance I go I want you to know If I die tonight,it would be alright Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life If I die tonight,it would be OK Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway Monifah Ooh,I never thought I'd feel this way for you And I never thought I'd meet a man that made me wanna say "I do" You changed my whole life forever and ever,oh yeah So if God should call,here's what you do: Know he's got my soul in Heaven,but my heart's with you If I die tonight,it would be alright Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life If I die tonight,it would be OK Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway Now,I'm gonna lay me down[down,down...] to sleep I pray to the lord and to Heaven:go bless my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake up,wake up,wake up Hope that He saved a place in Heaven so I pray everyday for the soul that He Take up,take up Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray the lord my soul to keep And if I should die before I wake,I pray the lord my soul to take If I die tonight,it would be alright Cause I finally found what most I've been searching for my whole damn life If I die tonight,it would be OK Cause being with you is like being in Heaven anyway |
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From "Rush Hour" Motion Picture Soundtrack
Written by Jon B. and E. Jackson Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah So bad so bad baby Listen Time after time You be thinking of me Wondering if These things could have been baby I think back to us The way that we were I wouldn't change a single thing, baby And know I'm not with you Nothing to reap, but losing you For a love that's true Would I give everything I gave again Just to get back what we felt way back when Girl, I'm glad that we loved More than if we didn't love I would do it all again Girl, I'm glad that we loved Oh yes, you know I'm so glad we fell in love My oh my How you've grown up so girl Sound of your voice It made me think about the choice I make Now that I'm here all alone Thinking of where to go Just to call you on the phone And know I'm not with you Nothing to reap, but losing you For a love that's true Would I give everything I gave again Just to get back what we felt way back when Girl, I'm glad that we loved More than if we didn't love I would do it all again Girl, I'm glad that we loved Oh yes, you know I'm so glad we fell in love See life reveals itself Through all the moves we make it Everything we feel and things that We say the things we say My life revealed to me The best thing about you and me Was spending all my time with you Baby baby with you Are my lady, my love, my one and only girl Just come back to my world Girl, I'm glad that we loved More than if we didn't love I would do it all again Girl, I'm glad that we loved Oh yes, you know I'm so glad we fell in love |
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Terror Squad, ungh
Now why you wanna go and fuck with them? Platinum status, motherfuckers, eat a dick! Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can step to us And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches No one's against us, roll with the riches and float with the fishes The revolution has started that's why I'm under carded My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin' informers like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin' to lay the law on us They want us in jails with bails too high to bond but am I the Don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond My game is on lock till you bawl cop And it's never ever gonna stop Yo, yo, I play the game with caution Sun changes, gave power creative activities bring fame and fortune Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grand moms had dreams But it seems, I couldn't graduate or go to Drake It hurts at nights, I gots to reimburse the vice Niggaz is worse than shiest for the merchandise My words precise 'cause if not, I wouldn't speak it I rock shit everyday of the week, especially the weekends Outside, these pretty clothes I live but with the titty-ho Knock a nigga out for the shit he stole We already degraded, me and my family the most hated Bitch were barely both made it See the thinly related, to everything in the street I'm sellin' coke, crack and dope, plus swingin' the heat We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match them Platinum magnums with silver clips, real begets Shit, I'm gonna milk this bitch till I'm filthy rich Filled with chips from the floor to the ceiling Just flossin' and chillin' in a Porsche full-a-women I'm one in a million, get on the deal already My skills are sharper than a steel Maschetti Realer than the military Killin' every track I'm on Link and Joey Crack the Don Flippin' in my Cuban Caddy, wit the hazards on So, come on if you gon' ride with us, live niggas Hop with us, quick to try to triple five figures Your style is unoffic', niggaz like you stay on my wanted list Pun and Prince, we're walkin' on kings, like a son-of-a-bitch Fuckin' with this is hazardous to amateur battlers Average niggas get lost in the course of embarrassment Of course, you don't have a chance, I'm the boss in your eminence Get tossed in the ambulance with the force of an avalanche I'll torture your fragile ass with rhetorical paragraphs For all of you that'll laugh at a historical aftermath! I come equipped, my tongue and lips are like a hundred clips Look behind you, I'll blind you like when the sun eclipse Ain't no second chances, I glance at niggas Make 'em wet they pants The chances are slim if Twinz done swing the rest of the ransome The best and the champion that means I'm far beyond Dionne read my palm, told me to get on and put my army on Come along, follow the Don, my motto and song Live for tomorrow 'cause today's almost already gone Lets get on, split your belly with the Maschetti long Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on I know it's wrong, but it feels so right I used to bust steel all night, but now I gotta deal, alright We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) Fuck a Toe to Toe, give me a forty-four and a foe to blow To make it more dramatic, I quote Jehovah holding the scroll Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast (Just to let you know) That I'm zone coasted And play the visuals from the top of my verse back in slow-motion Assassinate the Pope with no emotions So why should I hesitate to crush a campaign like I wasn't votin'? My brain floatin' away, above you niggas like I make time pause Checkin' my Rollie watch my diamond Roman digits Golden riches, better hold em bitches 'Cause we robbin' niggas way before The translation of Holy Scriptures I was Armageddon before the Motion Picture The last nigga to drop his verse and have the globe shiftin' My Squad's hard and far from Puritans Robbin' and killin' men like we proud to be Americans We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin', just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' I thought you knew you had Drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs killin', ya touch feelin' just for the thrillin' We bust feelings, dump bodies in crushed buildings Terror Squad's everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) |
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(This is the way it should sound)
This is the way it should sound [Intro: Cam'Ron (Noreaga)] Ya heard (what what) Yo B, we don't even like half these faggott niggas anyway (what what what) I'm on my own muthafuckin' wheel (yeah, what what what) You know what I'm sayin' The real shit, you know B My black family (what what what) Slick Finga (clah clah clah) Harlem World eatin' (yeah yeah) Charli Baltimore (what what what) Nore (yeah yeah what what what) Cam'Ron nigga (yeah yeah) Killa Cam nigga (what what what) Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Cam'Ron] Yo, all around I rip this The song had to clip it The cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets Birds out to feed 'em bread, so he can eat her head I'm almost 21, but I still pee in the bed Had to flead the FED's, all be trife And I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie's wife!) Yo not Monaghomy, pornograhy On the outside, lookin' apauled you see Tell my girls, I really like photography On snap shots naked, the wildest boys First night, head whop, and our salads tossed While you in a mean neon, I'm with Celine Dion Throw her in the bed, she the next one I pee on Say what bitch Phase two Yeah yeah What what what What what What what what What what what What what what Split that ass yo Split that ass Yeah uh, what Yo yo yo [Noreaga] Yo, N-O-R-E eatin' Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurt You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot Wheels You a double A-R god, the bluntiest You know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that's dead Pour a Law Liqour, drink a long ligga Then again I never beat, for my nigga Digga You know I got, navigators, so we won't get lost N-O-R-E eatin', these Queens niggas call me the Force At the airainment, Thugged Out Untertainment, throw around and fuck 'em if the judge say shit And I - get - what - niggas face it [Charli Baltimore] Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest click Charli's Angels, tangle with Devil's - Advocate Hoes mad cause our pussy's got the fattest clits It's estatic shit, how we gon' have a bitch Under pressure, the Un undress her That's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirt Ever make it to networks Like N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'Ron Anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on For puttin' out the hottest LP's Since - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell me Cause this is hip hop, meneaja twat And ya'll jealous cause what I'm fuckin' wit' the two hottest Underground fellas, what! [Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)] Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly (San Juan) Un-shit N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Mansons, Stasons, Richards (Plan on) Cali, Houston, New York (Jam on) Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly (San Juan) Un-shit N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A. (Plan on) D.C., N.C., S.C. (Jam on) [Charli] What! [Cam'Ron] Yo, all on the ballers shit Nore, but we could call a chick Head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dick She gon' swallow all of it Harlem gon' have a ball with that After I get her pregnant, yo we goin' to the mall with it [Noreaga] Yeah nigga, you know the lie, fuck that bitch The only reason I don't kiss her, is cause she sucked his dick Yo I don't even try ta, us up bro Fuck dat hoe Pussy stinkin' anyway, let her go [Charli Baltimore] Yo ya'll niggas stay fuckin' with them grimmy chicks On the real though, I wonder where ya'll find these chicks The rest is evident, I'm the type to split on niggas But if they right, I'll fuck around and spit on niggas And if they into that hot shit, I'll let 'em hit my spot quick But first they gotta pop shit If not then they gettin' drop kicked And I like 'em all, Black Jack ya'll Near 21, all others gettin' cut cut So be it, you see me! [Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)] Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly (San Juan) Un-shit N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Mansons, Stasons, Richards (Plan on) Cali, Houston, New York (Jam on) Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly (San Juan) Un-shit N.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'Ron Atlanta, Chi-Town, V.A. (Plan on) D.C., N.C., S.C. (Jam on) [Charli] What! (what what what) [music till fade] |
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