[Verse One: Styles]
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Catch me in the Dirty South
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In the red porche burning out
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Head across seas, bout to turn it out
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Coming back home to a furnish house
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We three deep, what, and we ain't get no sleep
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We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right
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Plan is to keep the fam tight
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Copping the Vipe and I ain't stopping at the light
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Can't see the dice, ice to bright
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Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
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Get a record deal and not take it serious
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Plan to make hits for a long period
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Hell of a living, shit being on television
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Ball I'ma score everytime there's an inning
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I once had had a mill and it's just the beginning
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Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in
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[Chorus: Kelly Price]
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Your love, so right (so right)
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It makes me want more (it makes me want more)
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Your fault love, so tight (so tight)
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You need an encore (give me an encore)
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[Verse Two: Sheek Luchion]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Hey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddle
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Sheek laid back, you know I'm bout to bubble
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All ya'll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble
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We take things serious, ya'll do it for fun
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Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done
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International despite thee, Westcoast beef
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I blew it down on Keenen Ivory
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Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain
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So if we conflict you get all in yo brain
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You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop
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From day til it's dark with the fat man scoop
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Now you spook, you heard Lox about to drop
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Pop the top, we got this in a can like Pringle
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Heard one song, now you changing up your single
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While I mingle, Sheek the black man gingle
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In a club with two mommies, that's bilangual
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Jadakiss]
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Yeah, wha, wha, yo yo yo yo
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Now what ya'll think we here for? aight then
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Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
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All ya'll thought ya'll was coming to get us
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Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
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Fooled ya'll ass, ya'll tools don't blast
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All we do is make hot songs and use ya'll cash
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I hang my plaques in the bathroom
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Cuz I'm sill thinking bout making a hit
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While I'm taking a shit
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Playa Haters be scraping the 6
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For no reason, that don't even make no sense
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I'm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
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If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
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Get a new look out, pull your black book out
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Who you know pal for enough to distribute
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2.5 and that's just the tribute
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Anything envolved with Benji's we with that
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With the good comes the bad never forget that
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[Verse Four: Jay-Z]
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If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game
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Motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name
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I been known to have torn shit out the frame
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Load up the clip and aim TEST ME!
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You ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block
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I'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block
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If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc
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You know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your block
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And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock
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And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot
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Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot
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Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!
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Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X nigga
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This is for you training bra bitches whose chest got bigger
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It's on nigga, and the simple fact is
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We got this rap shit captive
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[Chorus: to fade]
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So Right (Rmx)
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The LOX |