*featuring Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep, Redman
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[Puffy]
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I'll never stop
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I don't give a fuck
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If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
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I will never stop
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I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup
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Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
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I'll be damned if you get more points than me
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Sell more joints than me
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Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
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Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
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Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
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Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga
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Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
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Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
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Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
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I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
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Come on, you can even ask Don Juan
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It's official now, they all rock Sean John
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Might have to change my name to strong arm
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You came to get money man?
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That shit been long gone, come on
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[Shyne]
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Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
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Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
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Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle
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Prominent premier, premium bravo
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Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
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Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
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Cross the t's and dot the i's and
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Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
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Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
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You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
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Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
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Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
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Money laundering, honies wondering
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Who me? I reply casually
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Come what God would be if He was a straight G
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Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride
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[Redman]
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Yo yo yo, it's your hide
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Grab the rope and yell rawhide
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Front line is pussy, call off sides
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I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
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I left my gun home, here borrow mine
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Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
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This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
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We value-packs, y'all small fries
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(Yo, I'm from the projects)
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Yo, but on the floor tied
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Don't matter, we'll take up all size
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Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
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Since five, I talk jive
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In church dressed in cordoroy ties
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Now I'm grown up and been married four times
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Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes
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Brick city, known pop the door wide
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Stolen Bonneville in New York High
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[G-Dep]
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Reversin' the plot
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Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot
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If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot
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And I be the person to watch
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If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch
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Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
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Buy the cassette, rewind it to death
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Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget
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How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet
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You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt
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You lost when you nodded your neck
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Through the vest, through the chest that you tried to protect
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Take the voice that you try to project, check
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Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
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I'm why you smell herb in the crib
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Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
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Indo out-do, intro to outro
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[Sauce Money]
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I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn your clique
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Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick
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Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit
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I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit
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Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
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Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
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I don't give a fuck if it's he or she
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I'm the virgin of hip hop
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Nobody fuckin' with me
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I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
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Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
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Out of turn speakin', first one leakin'
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Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
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Bitches don't cast stones down, they throw bricks
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Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick
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These nigga's the nicest? No, go fish
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Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit
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[Cee-Lo]
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You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated
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Observe it from over there, ok
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Ain't It obvious we overheated
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You talkin' that slick shit
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But I jus' know that you meant me
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But evidently, you don't know
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I get your ass gone permanently
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It ain't complex
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I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
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Do a drive-by on your project, take the traps
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Come on and get some of ou |