[Verse 1]
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Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
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Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
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Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
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Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
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Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
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Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
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Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
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Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
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Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
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Scrooge, still look good without ruge
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My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
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Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
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Money, money, money, how we blaze
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Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
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Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
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Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube
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HOOK:
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In the showdown, how it go down
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Get the flow down, watch it go down
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How it go down, in the showdown
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Gettin closed down, watch em go down
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In the showdown, how it go down
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Put your dough down, watch it go down
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[Verse 2]
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I'm representin bitches 'round the way
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We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay
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I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
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With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
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I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
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House on the hill with my publishin deal
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Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
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And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check
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Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex
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After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
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Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
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And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
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Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
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Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
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Tell me now cuz that's how I ball
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'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul
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HOOK
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[Verse 3]
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Peace to all my peoples in mission
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Peace to peoples with they license suspended
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Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
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Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
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What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
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Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
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I'm smokin damn good and chokey black
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Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
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I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
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And always be around like I was afros
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Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
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Risin to the top cuz that's how momma raised me
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Now that the message is embedded
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The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
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Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost
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Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross
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HOOK
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Showdown
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Rah Digga |