Chorus x2(JD):
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To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
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An' all my niggas wit the corner lock gettin' high
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An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I,
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Get ya paper, get ya dough, get ya shit right.
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JD:
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First off, ya'll niggas know I don't slouch
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An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
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I'm from the South
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Ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
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Live lavish From ATL to Dallas
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An' the little palace Goin' once, goin' twice
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Everyday, livin' nice In the grey wit the ice
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Makin' money rollin' dice
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Livin' the life
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That ya'll dream of
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Puttin' niggas outta business like Sony did to Zenith
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You seen us? The green stuff
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An nuttin' else that's all I collect
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I got the hots like the Lox: Money, Power and Respect
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An' I can damn the check that any of ya'll niggas spit
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I stay hittin'
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I ain't bullshittin'(he ain't bullshittin')
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Nigga Wit more glitter Than M.J.
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It's all pimp play
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When it comes to me
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An' ya'll muthafuckas know how JD gets down
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An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
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Feel me now
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Chorus x2
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Mad Rapper:
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Yo, let me tell you where I'm at ya'll
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Shits kinda sad ya'll
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If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll
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Who think he stallin?
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I still ain't ballin'
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An' I got wild bills
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An' the Chronic keeps callin'
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My dogs wanna hang(bark)
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My bitches wanna bang
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But it don't mean a thang
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When all you got is change
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That's why my women ain't dimes
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Not even close to nines
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Sorta like fives and sixes
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Wit scars and stiches
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Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar
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Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
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Which one of ya'll come on, test me now
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Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
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So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably schemin'
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While you at the bar
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Brick hard and fiendin'
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I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin'
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Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta Break even
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Chorus x2
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DMX: Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels
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You be gets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
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Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
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An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, buddy , it's the same shit
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What you thought Cause you bought a joint
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You might be able to creep a nigga
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When he ain't on point
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An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
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An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin
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An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes
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Gimme the love of my thugs
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Hoodrats and hoes
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An' I'm good
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Cause muthafucka I'm stain' in the hood
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An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
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You wishin' that you could
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Keep it as real as me
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An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
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When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman
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Muthafuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch
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Chorus x4
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Your Shit Right
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| Jermaine Dupri |
