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 [Verse 1] 
Yo y'all niggaz wit the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle 
I'mma hustler, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustle 
Show a nigga know yo 
We the first teen millionaires in harlem since rich and po 
You don't know? get to know 
Ain't takin shit to left, jimmy jones rock and jock 
Right back to the block and cock, it ain't hop and scotch 
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot 
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot 
Me and my co-d on a o-z, we go rock for rock 
Me and my co-d on a roll we go rock for rock 
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch 
Then you been watchin' a little bit of tv, too much 
Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times 
On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime 
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap 
Here's a cd, slash here's a dime of that crack 
[Chorus] 
Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch 
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch 
New york baby for you matchbox niggaz 
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggaz 
[Verse 2] 
I know lookin at my jewerly is scarrin yo brain 
Not to mention jada pinkett over parkin' the range 
(Yo that's will smith girl) naw she's part of my chain 
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain 
Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back 
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad 
Like joe on the run, put his fuckin p.o. it's done 
Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns 
Word to the wise, killa cam, I heard of them guys 
Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives 
Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the south 
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out 
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out 
Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route 
Back on the street, jimmy get the crack on the street 
Tour over motherfucker let's get back on our feet 
[Chorus - 2x] 
[Verse 3 juelz santana] 
I fucked up let the streets got a hold of me 
Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me 
I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed 
Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap 
Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth 
Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch 
Rope your nigga, leave you with an open liver 
I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter 
I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days 
Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys 
Fuck a&r's that want me to dance and pose 
I rather stand on poles with grams and o's 
White shirt, construction timbs, a pair girbaud's 
And white powder shit, that'll clear ya nose, faggot 
[Chorus] 
            
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