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(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Cam`Ron)
It`s the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell `em stunts
Call `em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I`m only gonna tell you once (No, No, No)
So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I`m rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin` Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak`, gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc`s (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they`ll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I`m secure, no security, killa keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
But I`m not for sure, bitch wanna hop aboard
Hit up the docks and shores (No, No, No)
(T.I.)
I know these ho niggaz hate this, I know this niggaz hate this
Fake until you make it nigga
If I wanted to be me as long as wanted to be I`d hate me too nigga, you know
(Verse)
It`s your decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot it out, look the choice is on you
You could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don`t fool
Young pimpin` wont lose nigga (No, no, no)
We can beef if you choose, but if we comparing the crews
If we ever meet cha, we gotcha for keepin` ya jewels
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and the talkin and keep talkin
Cause is that what you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Nigga beggin` me to stop talkin` bout (No, no, no)
Ain`t this what you niggaz wanted to get, wanted with Tip?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin` ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence just wasted a trip (Come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lines, to back grime
Nigga runnin` actin` like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin` it`s bed time, the head lyin`
The paper in the morning saying (No, no, no)
(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don`t ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don`t call me broke (No, no, no)
Most hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one`ll stretch, direct through your abdominal
I`m warning you, stop your blood clot cryin`
Stop lyin` cause theres no stop in dyin` (No, no, no)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That`s like runnin` up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don`t even TINK about it (No, no, no)
you just a server shorty, I`ll leave ya king stun
I`m a king son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin` icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is that (No, no, no)
No I don`t wanna stop, I gotta `em sick
So I`mma keep going, keep flowin`
Benz backin` up so I`ma keep rollin` bent
And I`m stilla heavy spitter, plus I`m good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the heavy hitters
SUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS
(Jae Millz)
Those my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand hustle
What up
They know who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don`t call me broke
Wanna WHAT!?
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