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featuring Hot Boys
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[B.G.]
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Me the B.G. and Baby my fuckin runner
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Two livin legends, paper chasers from uptown
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About money and bitches, puttin haters in ditches
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We roll in trucks like Hummers and expiditions
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Our relationship like Moses and Jesus
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Ask one of our hoes, ain't no coming between us
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Two black young heathens, that's how they treat us
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Steaks and Fettucini is what they feed us
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Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw
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Spendin G's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin
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Tryin to make a mil y'all
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Cuz we roll with the motto, "Ball Til We Fall"
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Fuck wit B you bringin B.G. all the way out there
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Fuck wit me you bringin Baby all the way out there
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Since '92, '93 our love been there
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We never stand to a pussy, cash money, nigga stare
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I'm a Big Tymer, that's a fact
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Suga Slim just signed a, me and him a contract
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? Capone thugin quick they bust yo head, watch that tone
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In that mansion is where we lay our head at
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We play high, go floss, roxin and drive drop tops
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Way I bust it like Suge and 'Pac
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[Chorus]{ Baby }
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Like Suge and Pac
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Like Puff and B.i.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like Face and Jay
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Like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million
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[B.G.]
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Like Jay and Face
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Like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. comin thru like a sound right from machine gunz
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Worth more money than these niggaz could wonder
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You better think quick nigga we hit blocks like thunder
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Comin thru a dark tunnel of black on black Hummers
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It ain't no secret we showed our ass last summer
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We both got 3 or 4 bitches we bang at first
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and we see play boy to hide our riches
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Me and this young nigga we title the snitches
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He the muthafuckin rapper and I'm the game stealer
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And if you you fuck wit him
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I'll clear my bank account on one of you bitches
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And I'll put that on my Ma and my Pa and they both restin in peace
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It ain't nuttin in this industry gon fuck
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wit Baby and B.G. wit Manny Fresh's beats
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Wit Suga Slim's Brains behind all this heat and my Hot Boyz strapped riding
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Right beside me, nigga I'll bet a million dolars to yo life there
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I'll bet my rolex wit my bezzle nigga to yo cable bill
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It ain't nuttin in this industry could fuck wit Cash Money
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cause we keep it real
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Nigga Believe that
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[Baby]
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Now what
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[Chorus]{ Baby }
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Like Suge and Pac
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Like Puff and B.i.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like Face and Jay
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Like Russ and Run
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million
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[B.G.]
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I got love for my nigga Baby
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He heard I rap came on Va and seen me
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Now we ballin, livin swell it's gravy
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Cause I'm gettin my shine on don't you hate me?
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B.G. and Baby, livin good for,
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we just determined to hustle and get out the hood dog
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Fuck wit me and my boy, I wish you would dog
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We ridin dirty and I'll put that on the hood dog
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[Manny Fresh]
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Now what make these hoes thank that I ain't rich
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What make these niggaz think that diamonds on my rolex ain't the shit
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My brotha Prmie taught me how to wear 2 rolexes at one time
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Nigga I'm gon shine till I die
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Me and this nigga been togetha since he was 12
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I knew this young nigga would end up swell
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I lose my mind and kept him writin rhymes
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cause I knew he's be major at one time
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Now I done rolled in the flyest cars
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it aint no secret that Baby, B.G. and me are superstars
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[Chorus]{ Baby }x 2
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Like Suge and Pac
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Like Puff and B.i.G
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Baby and B.G. tryin to clock six figs
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Like Face and Jay
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Like Russ and Run
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Nigga Baby and B.G. tryin to clock a Million
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Manny talkin till music ends
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Suge And Pac, Puff And Big
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Big Tymers |