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(feat. Freeway, Beanie Sisel & Murphy Lee) |
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(Intro - Beanie) |
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You know we hadda do a remix right? |
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Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! |
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All you Young Gunnerz! |
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Hey Just, this the one right here baby! |
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I told you dawg! |
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Its B Sig in the place with State P |
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and we got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! |
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Still watch what you say to B. Sig |
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cause I still will knock your *** the **** out |
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(Verse 1 - Beanie (Freeway)) |
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I bring the hood when I'm travelin |
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Scrap backwoods unravelin |
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Scrap smoke good when we travelin |
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Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan |
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I clap up your hood like the hammer man |
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Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close |
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Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks) |
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Who want beef with State P... |
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Enemies try to speak to me |
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Negative they don't get that close |
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(Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)) |
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Its Free, listen |
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Blow trees with Mac Mittens |
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(No we didn't) Yes we did! |
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(Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision |
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Bring the broads down with ribbons |
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(Leave a mess in your crib) |
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Not a brave nigga? |
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(****in with some made niggas) |
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Hit him with the AK nigga |
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(Free no you didn't) |
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Yes I did |
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Overpayed ****? Wait a minute... |
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When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib |
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(Then slide, uh) |
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I'm like the baker with your pies |
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(Then rise) |
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Set up shop and distribute where you live |
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It's Freeway in the place with my squad |
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and we got what it takes to DUMP the K |
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FLIP your ride! |
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(Chrous 1 - Beanie) |
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Its B Sig in the place with State P |
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and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! |
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Still watch what you say to Young Free |
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cause 50 shots still will turn the club out |
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(Chorus 2 - Freeway) |
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Its Freeway in the place with State P |
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and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah! |
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Still watch what you say to B Sig |
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cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E |
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(Chorus 3 - Nelly) |
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Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee |
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and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! |
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You better watch what you say around herre |
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cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break |
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(Chorus 4 - Murphey Lee) |
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Its Murph dun in the place with Nelly |
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and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! |
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You better watch what you say to my face |
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cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place |
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(Verse 3 - Murphey Lee) |
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Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em |
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Twenty-one when I'm clubbin it |
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Fake ID for the **** of it |
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I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy |
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If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy? |
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Two toy carrier, two stashes |
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One truck that seats six ***es |
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Swing through to refuse the m***es |
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Remove gl***es, blow smoke up in my ashes |
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I used to drive my mama stuff |
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Now the school boy puttin twenties on the Bomb Pop truck |
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I make rappers go back to the block |
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They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" |
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I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk |
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and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt |
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I take trips with chumps up in my trunk |
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and I take em real far to a safe place to dump |
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(Verse 4 - Nelly) |
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Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down |
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Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now? |
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See how I procede with caution |
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My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses |
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Randy Moss', I play when I wanna |
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Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna |
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Around six in the six with the throwback |
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Sixers, number six Julius Irv' |
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Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve |
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Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb |
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You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn |
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I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback |
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I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact |
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Like K - "Know" one here even said your name |
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R - You really feelin guilty bout somethin mayn |
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S - Sad to see you really just want just |
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One - more hit please please! |
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You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension |
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No we ain't system call this mic invention |
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Snitchin? Matter fact stay the **** out the kitchen |
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Nelly cookin with too many dimensions |
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Mid west, and we aim about mid chest |
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Duked on my side, too many in my tribe |
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Coupe outside who the **** want a ride? |
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(Chorus 3) |
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(Chorus 2) |
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(Outro - Freeway (to fade)) |
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All a y'all need to one yo self |
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Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! |
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All a y'all need to one yo self |
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Go get the burner nigga clap yo-self! |
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Yeah! Its the, its the Roc nigga |
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Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! |
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And another one... |