[Verse 1] 1:]
Yo y'all yall niggaz wit the muscle y'all yall get clapped in the tussle
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle
Show a nigga know yo
We yo, we the first 1st teen millionaires in Harlementer added
since Rich rich and Po
You poor, you don't know? Get know, get to know
Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot shot,
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my co-D codie on a O-Z, we go rock for rock rock,
Me and my co-D codie on a roll role we go rock for rock rock,
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch touch,
Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much much,
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap crap,
Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack
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Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch clutch,
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch dutch,
New York baby baby, for you matchbox niggaz nigga'z
Chicken wing,Take away the french fry, snack box niggaz

[Verse 2] 2:]
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P.O. P O it's done
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucker motherfucka let's get back on our feet

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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Un (whispering)]
Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
CEO joint bitches, punk bitches
I'mma let you know so you get it right
I fucked up let don't rap nigga but I'mma spit it right
Make a nigga, go to church and pray
Nigga'z first day, and his first deal
leased his first beamer now yall tussle
2 against 4, now on yall youngsta'z
gone respond, walk out the streets got a hold of me rusty
Now they got me trapped incar, what y'all stand on, fuck the tabloids
Y'all little men, I be Un man
??? Charli Baltimore and they holdin me
I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed
Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap
Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth
Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch
Rope your nigga, leave you with an open liver
I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter
I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days
Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys
Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on poles with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs, a pair Girbaud's Lil' Kim
And white powder shit, that'll clear ya nose, faggot yall can't see these flows,
If you wanna be stars see the CEO
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