Uh... I got it good (Neyo)
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I put product in the street that sell quicker than weed, I spit it raw like I'm flippin a key
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I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
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I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
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I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D,
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I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
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I got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
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Uh, it's what they been waitin for...
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I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many years away from the game they still fiendin
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My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the town like key-notes
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I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like I'm trafficking drugs
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(I got what y'all need)
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Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y'all cop it
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Any hood or any city I'm pumpin in, any slum I'm in, my custom is come again
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Spit flow by the boatload like a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in
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Like supplies the product than do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can't dupe what I spit
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Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u always got some superfly shhhhhh
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Uh, It ain't a city I ain't moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating
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Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until it's clockin in every time zone
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Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it's for my dudes and my dime honeys
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(I got what y'all need)
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Things run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim
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I'm red like Canadian, cuss with a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust
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I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the flow to cook coke in it
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The new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that
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DJ's cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Heron's back
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[Chorus]
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I got a bout a million Mami's that call me they ex love cause I kept em ex thug and F'd up like sex drugs
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They never come down futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky
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It's like Budda, Mami's say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest
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They won't relapse no indeed he's back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac
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I'm a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to smokers a piff of chocolate
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The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way it's a profit
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Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it's the King pin every day I get a book
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Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the beat they call copping the heat
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[Chorus x2]
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(Neyo)
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Satisfaction Guaranteed
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