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You know we had to do a remix
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! (free)
All you Gunnerz!
Hey Just, this the one here baby!
I you dog!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
Still watch you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still knock your ass the fuck out

I the hood when I'm traveling
Scrap unraveling
Scrap smoke when we traveling
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the
I clap up your hood the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get close
You're scared to clap better your folks (strap, your, folks)
Who want beef State P,
try to speak to me
Negative they get that close

It's Free,
Blow trees with Mac
(No we didn't) Yes we did!
(Switch beginnings) Smith and precision
Bring the broads with ribbons
(Leave a mess in crib)
Caught a nigga?
(You fucking some made niggas)
Hit him with the AK (free no you didn't)
Yes I did
shit? Wait a minute, when this fakin
Snatch the up out his crib
(Then slide, uh)
I'm the baker with your pies (Then rise)
Set up shop and distribute you live
It's Freeway in the with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, your ride!

It's B Sig in the place with P
And I got what it takes to the mic right yeah!
Still watch what you say to Young
'Cause 50 shots still turn the club out ho

Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic Yeah!
watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it to dump the D-E yeah

It's in the place with Murph Lee
And I got it takes to rock the mic right yeah!
You better what you say around herre
theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break

It's dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic yeah!
You better watch what you say to my
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole

Murphy Lee's eighteen 'em
Twenty-one when I'm it
Fake ID for the of it
I'm a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two
One that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the
Remove glasses, blow up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop
I make rappers go back to the
They be like "maybe I was off selling rocks"
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be
And I got enough skunk to the whole blunt
I take with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe to dump

It's Mister
I'm with ya dirty go head and lay
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said
See how I procede with
My whip crack fast all you niggas in
Randy Moss', I play I wanna
Nut check, gut check, I say what I wanna
six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it to swirve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang rim on the curb
You gettin't hit while you was makin a
I strike a nerve and old wantin' a comeback
I got but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, nooone here even your name
R, You really feeling guilty bout man
S, Sad to see you really just just
One hit please please!
You the first old man who should get a pension
No we ain't system call this mic
I'm Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid
Duked on my side, too many in my
Coupe who the fuck want a ride?

It's Nelly in the place with Lee
And I got what it to rock the mic right yeah!
You better watch you say around herre
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to the whole place break

It's Freeway in the place with P
And we got what it takes to the the mic right yeah!
Still what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to the D-E yeah

All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga yo-self!
All a y'all to one yo self
Go get the nigga bang yo-self!
Yeah yeah! It's the, it's the Roc
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!