[Redman:]
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Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga
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[Intro: U.N.L.V.]
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We right back at ya
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When ya see this shit comin
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B.G. and U.N.L.V. on the same track
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Wit a shot to birdman
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So now, We cleanin up feathers right now
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Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know?
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[Chorus x2: B.G.]
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We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy
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We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy
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[U.N.L.V.]
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Oh, He want some
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It's a bird, It's a plane
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Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane
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[Verse 1: U.N.L.V.]
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Y'all boys never saw it comin (Never saw it comin)
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B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin
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I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down
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Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down
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Bad ass yella boy, This is for you
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Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do
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We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up
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And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, Nigga give it up
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Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps
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I know ya missin all that, Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack
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And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize?
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That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie
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Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick
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Tell the whole world how ya really got that shit
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It was Gizzle, U.N.L.V., My nigga Juve came late
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Now how the fuck ya gon feed us off the same plate?
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2: B.G.]
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It's the return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B.G.
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And 2 big dogs from the UPT
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U.N.L.V., Tech Nine, And lil ya
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We bout to keep it real from the streets to the cellblock
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Anybody hollerin, They get popped
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Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block
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It's real round here, All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here
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Straight jacked round here
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If nigga know that history put Cash Money on
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Befo' Uptown thang, It was sacks and baron
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I'ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie
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I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye
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I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped
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Yella went inside and got the fuckin pistol grip
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It's the real Cash Money, We started this shit
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From loco 580 to the 226
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: U.N.L.V.]
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You went from Lil Wayne to the number one dick rider
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Fuck you mean you the best since the best retired?
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Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off
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Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa
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I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony
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Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate you and ya homie
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How long will it be before ya realize, Realize?
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Slim and Baby ain't nothin but the devil disguised
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Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP
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In 97, Got a deal off of you and LV
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Album sold platinum gold, Bitch I'm comin for mine
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And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch, I'm bringin that iron
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You ain't got no strap, Remember Yella knocked ya out?
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Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out
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On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen
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It's the real 226 spinnin a ben
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[Chorus x2]
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[Outro: U.N.L.V.]
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Say uh, Flex, B.G., We don handled that shit, Man
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Fuck that, The whole world know
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They know who made them bitches
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How the fuck you gon get a whole leaf of bread
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And don't wan give a nigga but a piece of slice, Dawg?
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Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down
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Fuck you nigga, Fuck your brother too
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Ya hoyt man bitch
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Freestyle (Cash Money Diss)
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B.G. |