[Computer]
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..Collect call originates
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From a correctional facility in Missouri
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And may be recorded or monitored..
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[City Spud]
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Yo nigga, this City
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Answer the phone next time
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You prolly gonna call right back but
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Ight? One..
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[Intro: Murphy Lee]
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(Don't blow it)
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City spud said whut up
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And to give you this message..
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(Don't blow it - [repeat 2X])
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Ali said peace
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And learn today's lesson..
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(Don't blow it - [repeat 2X])
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Kyjuan said them
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New Jordans comin' out..
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(Don't blow it - [repeat 2X])
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And Nelly said there's
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Gon be a party down south
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[Hook: City Spud - repeat 4X]
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For the nigga mention my name
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I let him know the deal
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City nigga, the same nigga
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You thought was a lame nigga
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[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
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Now Murphy Lee is really ready
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Fully preparred and well done
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I told you that I'd give you my all if I sell none
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Expected to sell plenty
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Lotta more than Kenny
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Big as "Coming To Amerrica" since I came and sent it
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They saw he got his own money
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"That boy got his own money!"
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So please don't try to take nuttin from me
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I'm talkin' consequences, all my conses see quence
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Will literaly take yo face off for the tiniest reason
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I'm eas-un, eas-un on down down down down down
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Makin' my rounds, I'm like a new Santa in town
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Clown, calm down
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I got issues like magazines
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I'll leave you washed up, cut and cooked like Mama greens
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You only cook erry once in a while like lima beans
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Me, I'm therre all the time behind the scenes
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Livin' my little dream (Uh-oh!)
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Smokin' on Cali green (Uh-oh!)
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Me, Mike Veen, federal in tinted limousines derrty..
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Murphy Lee]
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Come on derrty be for real
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I can let you know the deal like a salesman
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I could get you out of these bars like a jail bail man
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But nah, I'm a rapper I'ma put you in bars
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Judge Murphy recommend then niggas put em in charge
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You practice lookin' hard and you missin' preseason
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So when it's gametime you on the side chearrleadin'
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I'll have you breathing in and out like Ali
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Hatas like Marley, he hot like tamales
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I'm the same derrty
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That came wit them boys in the Range derrty
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And it's strange how we 16 mil in they change derrty
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Exchange the Range for the six fo' that sit low
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Hatas sick though,
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mad cuz they didn't like us from the get-go
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I tip-toe through beats, complete style unique
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16's in the hallway, probably take you a week
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I critique my lifestyle, I change my game cuz of fame
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It's a shame to see results in you mentioning in my name
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]
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Many many many many
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Many mention Murphy Lee name like I'm a reference
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I'ma make yo ass S.A.T. is you try to test me
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I hang where the best be, never been on jet skis
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Been to D.C. and LA like Tyrone Nesby
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Though, most definitely I'm worldwide like Pepsi
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And I take carre of my whole household like Jeffrey
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So why you hatas wish to mention my name, mayn?
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Can't understand I'm just doin' my thang
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Yo I change for nay-nada nudda muddasucker
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I'll sell music instead of drugs, fans instead of cluckers
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Ya dig? I'm original like a black man wit a gig
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And not eatin' pig is why I had to split ya wig
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But they might, and he might
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You know they watchin' the person who watchin' the person
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Jockin' my Johnny Cochran you cornball
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All of em stick like a corn dog
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48 bars I'm on y'all, I warned y'all...
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[Hook]
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Don`t Blow It ( Featuring City Spud )
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| Murphy Lee |
