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Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go |
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Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce |
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Uhh, bounce, uhh.. |
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Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free |
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You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C |
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Sigel Sigel in the house |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Uh-huh, sick bastard |
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Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house |
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[Memphis Bleek] |
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Still here, never left |
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Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh |
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Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah |
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Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! |
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.. hold up love |
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Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs |
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Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up |
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It's the mother****in Roc bitch, who hotter than us? |
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Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso |
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But in the meantime, call me William H. though |
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On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin |
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Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach |
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{cycle whizzes by} Y'all don't hear nuttin? |
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Who that, Mac? |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin |
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[Memphis Bleek] |
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Who the FLUCK, want, what? |
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Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police |
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Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla) |
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Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!) |
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Holla if you want drama with |
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[Jay-Z] |
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The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me? |
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Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees |
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Me without a gun dawg, unlikely |
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You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' |
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Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound |
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Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (****) |
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I run wild, gun high, L.A. style |
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Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high |
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Whether block shit or rock shit |
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Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit |
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Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it |
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Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it |
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Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it |
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Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it |
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Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it |
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We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air |
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[singer] |
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Don't change the game for these folks |
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who plays the game like we supposed |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Sigel Sigel in the house |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Uh-huh, sick bastard |
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Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer |
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[singer] |
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Don't change the game for these folks |
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who plays the game like we supposed |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Memph Bleek in the house |
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[Memphis Bleek] |
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Still here, never left |
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Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! |
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[singer] |
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Don't change the game for these folks |
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who plays the game like we supposed |
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[Jay-Z] |
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Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! |
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Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! |
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I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's |
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More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing |
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I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged |
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Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov' |
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One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya |
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It's only one Roc La Familia |
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Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me |
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Matter of fact, the East coast **** took it from me |
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Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit |
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Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith |
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Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the **** is y'all sayin? |
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Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh) |
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Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner |
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Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter |
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Please repeat after me - there's only one rule |
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I WILL NOT, LOSE! |
