[Hook]
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Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
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Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
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Rap's new generation
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Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
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[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
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Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
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Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
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Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
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Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
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Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
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Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
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Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
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For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
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[Cadillac Tah]
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Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
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I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
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Faggot nigga I slide through
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Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
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But I wear this tech like a vest
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Spit and tear up ya vest
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D-A double D for that dough
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Hit em' where it hurt most
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You niggas ain't comin' close
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I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
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We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas
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[Hook]
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[R.C.]
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It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
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Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
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And a bitch serve the guard properly
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She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
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It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
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And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
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They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
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And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
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[Fabolous]
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I come out with fire
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Stop, drop, roll out the booth
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Th rims come out the tires
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I stop, hop fall off the roof
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Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
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This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
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It's spelled with a capital F
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See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
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Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
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Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
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[Hook]
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[Fortune]
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It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
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So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
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Four chain glock on em' with no warning
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Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
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Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
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Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
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Violators, big dogs respect the line
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Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
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[Remy Martin]
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Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
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[Machine Gun Firing]
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So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
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Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
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And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
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And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
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Cause I spit as if I had a dick
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This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
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Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
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[Hook]
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Next Generation
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Fabolous |