[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I am the king of the city, top down windows
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I'm Puffin like Diddy
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Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty
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Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty
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[Nelly]
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Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
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Mo you will never have woman, yeah as long as I'm the dealer
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What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some
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Brought my slums, cats play like rums
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Money in large sums, navigators and guns
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Baby mamas wit sons
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Ain't afraid to let you have it
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If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
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What I hear most is no, no
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You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
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Like Jagged Edge Ieave ya more Def than So So
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Type of person continue short sit in the front row
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Get your hands out my pocket
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You don't want just blow, blow
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The only bird I get wit more is the doe-doe
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They be like oh, oh
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It's what they screamin from the back
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Hey timber, is when I hit 'em wit the axe
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Put ya gun away
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And you might live to see another day
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Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele
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[Chorus] - 2X
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Asked around you got a Range
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(boy I been had wheels)
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Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
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(yeah my dirties love me truly)
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I remember you use to shoot that thang
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(ya never knew me)
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Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)
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[Keyuan]
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Yo, when I rock Vokal its either Timb's or Nikes
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When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice
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When the 'Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic
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Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes
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Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes
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Runinn two P's of L.G, flip it twice
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Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
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Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
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All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice
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Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice
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Now I sacrificed my life for publishing rights
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Hoping everything gonna be aight
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[Murphy Lee]
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St. Lunatics at the Superbowl
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Top row gettin super blowed
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Rams on the 24 second down two to go
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Now we in the Louis tho
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It's two below hundred degrees
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I'm drivin about 103
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With a S.T.L hat on
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Top down holdin a blunt
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You know I'm smokin wit the windows up
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I be the young dude
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Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
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Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
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How come you, think you can
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I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
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sink you man
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I'm getting brains in the Range
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With the brains blown out
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With TV's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out
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[Chorus] - 2X
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[Big Lee (Ali)]
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It's like a hot day in July
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Just bangin when I fool guys
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It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high
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On the hills on the lane
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64 Chevy the brains
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Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
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How you doin mama my name is Lee
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I be the fabulous M.C you heard of
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St. Lunatics word up
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I'm like "OK", all the sun out
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Ice down but I still pull a gun out
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Feel that, bow down
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It's real rap, verbally peelin cats off da map
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Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
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If I do the whole song boom {*booming sound*} it's Vietnam
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You see it wrong, so I'ma gone leave you alone
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Put my mind back on, who I'ma bone and take home
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Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call Big Tone
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Need some Air Max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a...
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[Chorus] - 2X
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[Cedric the Entertainer]
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Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya
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Wassup, representing on wax
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Talkin on record like P-Diddy
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I'm just here hollaring for The Kings of Comedy
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You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Bernie B. Mac
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Keepin it on the D.L Hugley
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[Chorus till end]
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Summer in the City
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| Nelly |
