[Verse One]
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We comin back to the scene with, no love
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Players to pimps and, mo' thugs
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Chi-Town people we, stay plugged
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Awwww yeahhh, that's us
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(???) fresh and baby love us
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The typical niggaz that, run through
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but don't let the typical niggaz, run you
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Runnin your thang baby, that's through
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And how much money could, serve you
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for the lucci baby that, burn you?
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When the streets is cold, this shit get hot
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Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot
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Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks
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Roam the street, like a rottweiler
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Remember Joe Pe-sci, I'm a Goodfella
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Goin all out, what my daddy tell us
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The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous
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Fact(??) you wait, and niggaz quality
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Characteristic pimpology
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and I been around the world on a oddysey
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So obviously, I live with the pledge
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it don't bother me, it don't bother me
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So obviously, and obviously
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I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon
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Chorus: {female singers}
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Can you make it hot like this?
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Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
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Can you make it hot like this?
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Can you make it hot like this?
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Can you make it hot like this?
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Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa
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Can you make it hot like this? ..
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[Verse Two]
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Check it out y'all
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One-two, one-two, who you?
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Ain't no jackin us, that's true
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Got 'spect taken away, you get loot
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Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped
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Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em
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Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"
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All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"
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Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"
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Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe's
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(???) skins and Lucci suits
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Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)
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Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)
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See I'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold
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Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll
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have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)
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I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low
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Can't have the po-po catchin up
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but I can't picture us ridin bus
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Give you somethin make you scream
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like the stuff from the triple beam
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Hit the scene baby and get the green baby
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and show 'em what it mean just to bling baby
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when we rock prop stop drop
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Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?
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Chorus
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[Verse Three - Mo Unique]
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Uh oh it's the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E
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Comin straight out of Phil-ly
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So you wanna make it hot like me?
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Wanna go toe to toe with me?
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Whether I'm rockin the industry
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cause cain't nobody do it better than me
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who got capacity to break it down
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thinkin we weak in the knees?
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Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty
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Stop it Dunn cause you're killin me
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Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready
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Straight bitch (??) when I rock the 40
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Got the audacity to wanna battle with me
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but them skills you posess you could never compete
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Watch this low right here, fools like honey
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Had that body shakin from your head to feet
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Chickenheads comin up, Elmo's can't see
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Started a fire, but I'ma bring the heat
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Make it hot non-stop
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from the door to the rooftop
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Papi don't stop til these haters drop
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and we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot
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Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode
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the rap (??) soul'll put you under my control
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[Verse Four]
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Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin
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with some brothers that ain't really less fortunate
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But I'm a brother that be ultimate
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I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it
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Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper
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will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome
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How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club
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that be shinin with the goldish fit
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Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real
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and I love it when you sex me up
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Don't hold me down baby, let me up
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Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the (??), you in class
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but you had to cut, there be rules to the game
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If you rushin then you asked to butt(?)
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Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too
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even if you mastered what?
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I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies
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and I bang with the true thugs
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Cheddar what with my crew what? Because |