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Yo look im the best rapper not discovered |
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the other people raps is weak |
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how dey get discovered ya cant f**k wit me |
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everybody know me im hype to tha d |
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Hangin with the R.O.C. we in the place to be |
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chillin in the back of the club popin bub |
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when my spinnaz keep spinnin all the |
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ladies show me love im here to takeover |
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i was oringanly suppose to replace hova |
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not slim thug , east coST rappers weak |
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they cant hang with me b hype d tha name |
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f**k all yall lames i was sent to take ya fame |
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and change the game yo i can spit a verse |
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but if these wack ass rappers stay in the game |
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this shit is gonna get worse 1 day im a make it big |
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im the best and this goes down to all my niggz ohhh! |
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[Verse Two] |
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[Young Chris Of Young Gunz] |
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We pull up in them big boy trucks |
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Big boy drops |
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We be the only young boys that the big boys watch |
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Neef and C official like a ref wit a whistle |
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Protect shit a nickel |
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Its death on a whistle |
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Lose breath when I hit you |
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Your best bet is to get through |
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F**k outta the lane I'm much outta my pain |
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The stronger the game is quicker |
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Live by the code fool |
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Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker |
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Much faster, blast ya |
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Tearin ya niggaz |
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We don't discriminate |
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Hoes get the same as niggaz |
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Comin straight out the North Of Death |
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We give a f**k about a level we extort the best |
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Who's the boss nigga |
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[Verse 3] |
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[Neff Of Young Gunz] |
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i came to set it off |
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came to jump off |
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nigga i came to set a 9 off |
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maybe a A.K. i aint here to play , |
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i just want to have it my way i |
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dont face no fear im the rapper of the year |
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so repect me nigga |
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[Memphis Bleek + Verse 4] |
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It's gettin hot so the shorts is on |
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Gotta tote the snub it's too warm for the long, nigga |
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You could pass me to baby's zoo |
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One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food; BLAAH! |
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Get it clear, now why they lookin for Saddam |
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Weapons of mass destruction is here |
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I got a few in my hood |
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In case a nigga ever get the feelin and he think that he could |
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Or would, pull sket on me |
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I could show you first hand what's a felony |
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And a hobby and the process of gettin money is nothing |
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I'm not Sosa, but the dogs is coming |
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This is not not, no, no, motherf**king game |
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Entertain you motherf**kers is not why I came |
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It's R.O.C. and M.O.P. |
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I wipe floors wit little niggas for f**kin wit my team |
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[Swizz Beatz + Chours] |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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[Memphis Bleek + Verse 5] |
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Yo check it |
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Shit, I'm here now, where it's at? |
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I'm there now, when I walk through the club |
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The real have stare-downs |
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And I walk by, lil nigga play the short guy |
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Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on |
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You believe that, all the chickenz be where the treez at |
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Car hopping bitches be where the V's at |
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I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib |
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Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib |
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Can't relax in the crib |
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Niggaz did max bids |
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Niggaz clap shit, ain't no acting in this |
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You a playa? Well nigga who you working for? |
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'cause who coachin that team that you be otin for? |
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When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me |
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But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty |
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It's the game of life, you it, so play it right |
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Bitches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right |
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[Hype + Verse 6] |
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Do that 1 , 2, Yall There go the last call |
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Im a ghetto nigga hand always on my trigga |
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now look all these niggaz think they dat nigga |
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well you know what i came for ohhh! |
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[Swizz Beatz + Chours] |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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[Verse 7] |
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[Young Chris Of young gunz] |
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Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up |
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Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh uhh! (c'mon!) |
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Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up |
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This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up |
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Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up |
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[Verse 8] |
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[Neff of young gunz] |
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Yessuh, it's me, N-E double to F up |
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Young Gunz nigga indeed, double your bets up |
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We double them tecs up, we silence the violence |
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Nigga you f**ked if you messed up |
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[Memphis Bleek verse 9] |
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I'm in the S-5, all black, no tint |
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with a nice dime - all ass, no tits |
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Still, rippin the glock (Bleek) playin the block |
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F**kin with mine - M.E.M., gettin it hot |
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[Hype + Verse 10] |
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Im so rich that im sittin on the lock |
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me and the roc be switchin lanes in |
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the maybach , nigga im hot aint fake |
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ya raps is fake so do the jump off then nigga set it off |
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[[Swizz Beatz + Chours] |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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Time to Set It Off Nigga |
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[MEMPHIS BLEEK TALKING] |
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Its the roc mutha f**kas you bitch ass bastards |
