[Verse 1-(Silkk)]
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AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem,
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down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
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understand I gotta plan, to get me some green,
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I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand,
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now watch me shake this bitch up, like the dice games,
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see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right
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lanes,
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different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
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niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
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you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
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you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz
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at,
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it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks,
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Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
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[Verse 2-(Buk)]
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Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
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cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
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run it nigga nut wit yo five,
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I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I,
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you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
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drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
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make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
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adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
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can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money,
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now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,
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gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up,
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an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you
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hadn't stuttered.
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[Verse 3-(Mystikal)]
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Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
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that's that bastard,
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an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya,
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it's when I fuck ya fasta,
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don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have
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to,
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shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards,
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y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
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an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
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y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
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sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth,
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bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
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or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
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we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,
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one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
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[Chorus x2]
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Suave House, No Limit soldiers [x8]
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[Eightball]
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Real playaz,
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wit nothin but this uncut,
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[Master P]
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Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
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[Eightball]
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Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
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world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!
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[Verse 4-(Pysde)]
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Here goes this potioness vocaless,
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wit the motion of locus,
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an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
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the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
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the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin,
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towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
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y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
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No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
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you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you,
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some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is,
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a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???,
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ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???,
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inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me,
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the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
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[Verse 5-(Master P)]
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UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
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real niggaz an bitches get high wit me,
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I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
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I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
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but we all about our piz-aper,
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that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
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so handle bizze at the biz-house,
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it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
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gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
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worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds,
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so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
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get rowdy, get bout it.
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[Verse 6-(Eightball)]
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Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit,
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don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart,
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startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit,
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dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit,
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an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,
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the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,
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niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on,
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green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone |