[Ludacris]
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Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
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What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
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What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass
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What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars
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What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L
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[Cam'Ron]
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Uhh, uhh
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What mean the world to me?
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When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
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Stop comin to my crib with your period
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Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
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I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
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I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
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Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
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Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
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but do me a favor, dog
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Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
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Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
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In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
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Listen you would too, if you knew
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what this game would do to you
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Been in this shit, two years Boo
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Look at all the bullshit I been through
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So called beef with you know who (who?)
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But I got max gats
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Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww)
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[Ludacris]
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Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
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Ludacris and a couple a girls
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You find a brotha runnin up in the girls
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I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls
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Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls
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I get late - think I'm up with the girls?
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Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party
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Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body
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What means the world to me?
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A little head preferably, so I express this verbally
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And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
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Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball
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That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
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A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
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I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me
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I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high
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And it really mean the world to me
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if I live my life, stay black and die
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Juelz Santana
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Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo
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What mean the world to me?
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Gettin money fuckin girls for free
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On the corner hustlin from twelve to three
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Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh
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Bottle up, it'll sell for three
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Two for five, sound well to me
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My coke so good have them fiends outside
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on line from twelve to three (uh-huh)
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And everything'll stop in the winter
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when I cop in the winter
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Come to your block in a drop in the winter
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Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
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Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh
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Post on your block with the glock (?? ??)
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[*chorus*]
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[Cam] What mean the world to you?
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[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
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[Cam] What mean the world to you?
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[Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!)
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[Cam] What mean the world to you?
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[Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!)
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[Cam] What mean the world to you?
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[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
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[Trina] Fellas (OW!)
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(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!)
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[Pimp C]
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Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp?
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My paper, steak and shrimp
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My bitches on the track
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For they daddy, bringin it back
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Pussy is still the best thing going
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I got a hoe like Jesse Owens
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I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin
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Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n
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Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh
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Platinum with the twenty inches
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Instrument to get the bitches
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Comin down, prancin 'round
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Gettin my dick sucked in every town
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Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
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Rippin wood, in the Brougham
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Bitch I got some game to sell
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and only money make my dick swell
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Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones
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[Bun B]
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Man, now what mean the world to me?
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Well, to me man, the world is mean
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Cause a - mean world is the only world
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that a mean man like me just care for seein
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Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak
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The average Bun B Texas loc'
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The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
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Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
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Bless the scene, look for the dyke
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I get a letter and know that we better
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Hit the hotel, do what I like
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What's that? Find a fresh one take it in
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Strip it, flip it, break it in
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My pimp game is rock solid
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There's no way for you to bring fakin in
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Now we makin men, |