Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, man
We got the Track joint
Yo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attention
I gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat
For your two step, me, Jigga and Kells
You know, so yall just enjoy, aight
Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)
You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh)
Aight, lets go
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Jigga, Im about to put the shit down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Im about to, make these niggaz get down
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Guaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel us
Hold up, wait a minute, stop
Tone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin speakers
Grab a bottle, get two models
Thugs at Apollos, niggaz wanna follow
Im about to show you, how wild it gets
That nigga Hov, is the craziest
Stop at the club, bout a quarter to six
With a bottle in my hand, yellin "Bitch, Im rich"
Hey, yall niggaz see me, I cant believe it
You startin to sound like, you dont want it
Tonys on the drop, blue and yellow rocks
He keep yellin, stop, Sisqos album flopped
What you wanna do, if you drinkin, Im hangin out with you
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on yall, lets have some fun
Its Young... uh, mack alone, Im back in the zone
Im out they way, still these rappers wont leave me alone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin bout me
That just lets me know, they cant go a day without me
Scared of me succeading, thats the reason you doubt me
Cuz if you aint believe me, you wouldnt be thinkin bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop...
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin up blue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-lema, Im a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?
You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for yall fuckers than car service
Yall nervous, I aint back yet
Im on extended vaca, I aint unpack yet, stop worrying
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on yall, lets have some fun
Shit, she back with the nigga inf dot
Uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad
Im a nine year veteran, Im back with my breathren
I sware to god, it feel like 96 again
Bitches snatchin bags, see, they fuckin with my shit again
We bout to let them hammers pop
In the Stuy, dudes, callin, you a problem, Fox
I got the automore pierre watch
Butterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cock
Yall aint see this much love since they cried for Pac
Since Big passed, or since Jay passed the Roc
Im in a clearport, full length mink in a G4
Fuck Im lookin like rhyming for a hundred gs, for?
No, I dont talk to media guys
I dont chatter with the best, aint no question whose the best
Shawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see yall
Aiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples
Five, four, three, two, one
Hang on yall, lets have some fun
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