We run everything
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We run the streets, the radio, and the club
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All of the above
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[Beanie Sigel (R. Kelly):]
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Yes, yes! (All the above)
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Uhh (ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
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Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
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Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
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Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in here
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Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin beer
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The boy only pour on that ace of spades
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Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace the page
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I pull 7 digits clean - soon as I grace the stage
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I done caught up with the paper; y'all chasin change
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Man I'm runnin up Broad Street, in and out of lanes
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With the top down screamin out - you niggaz know the sayin
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C'mon, you niggaz know my name
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It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed
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[Chorus: R. Kelly (Beans)]
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I'm hood, I'm street
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Still standin in the middle of the beat (Mac!)
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I'm a mack, I'm a thug
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I'm a pimp I does all the above
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On the low I'm in the fastest whip
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And in the spot I'm with the baddest chick - all the above
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Up in the club got these niggaz pissed
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We got bottles and a pound of twist - all the above
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WE BUY OUT THE BAR~! And all night puff on cigars
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We get so much love, and all of the above
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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Yeah, Mr. Beat The Case is back
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Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that gangster hat
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Now I'm back, sick with it with this gangster rap
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Let's get it, where my gangsters at? Make noise
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And I ain't never been no fraud, no nah that's not in my rapport
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Never fronted on my boys for no whore
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I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick
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Y'all niggaz still dyin for these whores
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I ain't never been no - snitch, never been no - rat
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Never shot a nigga in his back
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I always put the drama to his face
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I ain't never pull my strap and ain't clap
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Got my case, did my time, now I'm BACK~!
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[Chorus]
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[R. Kelly:]
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Up in the club still poppin the Cris'
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Still back it up whenever I talk shit
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Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
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Still hoppin out the whip with a hot-ass chick
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Still rockin the chain, they still knowin my name
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It's Kels, that's right bitch, I'm still in the game
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Still walk through the hood like I'm holdin that thang
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Still limp through the club like I'm holdin that cane
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It's two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch
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Come in by self and leave out with'cha chick
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Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
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And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
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From the tour, to the block
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We keep risin, to the top
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From the club to the parking lot
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We 'bout to show the haters what we go so LET'S GO!
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[scratched:] "Sigel was the name that they gave me"
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[Jay-Z:] "Allow me to reintroduce myself"
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[Beanie Sigel:]
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It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one
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Five-oh said FREEZE when I had the gun
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But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
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Rock star nigga, heavy metal on the drawer
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Because my life is, how I mic this
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Police wan' see my license
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Run my social, check my gov', search my glove
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Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this thug
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Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, Bad Boy, a goodfella
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Gangster and a thug - yes I'm all the above!
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[Chorus]
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All The Above
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Beanie Sigel |