did it Y'all gon' wonder how we get it Y'all gon' wonder how we did it Y'all gon' wonder how we get it Niggaz want it, now they get it Bitches on it, now they wit it
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jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh [chorus] Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded
dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit They ain't know if they want a crack or the saw Switch they life, straight from the pipe to the straw Pokin' they vein, what you want
you niggas in check that's for my bitchs dem And if you with me [Together] Then you's a balla'! [Verse 1: Trick Daddy] They wanna know why niggas like
us stand, let us sit and let us view The changing of the guard, oh, it's so hard to keep it true It's the balance of the scales, it can't be challenged
niggaz gonna go when it's on motherfuckers mad trucks you know they feelin' it I'm flippin' it to niggaz got them thinkin' that they real in it you
[DJ Clue *echoes*] Yeah... DJ Clue... Desert Storm... The Roc... This shit right here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz...
and had bad run in's Talked my way outta shit and near death come in Real thugs do what they want say what they feel They never front they keep it real
where you heard it first stupid Cop, flip, we re-up, get back to the shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script, DJ Clue Yo, they call me William
jets just to sneak west Bet these calico shots rip through ya weak flesh (chorus) Niggas want it Now they get it Bitches on it Now they wit it flooded
DJ Clue (Jay-Z) New Shit (Uh, huh, check it out now) Road Dawgs Amil, Eve, Da Brat (Amillion, E-V-E) Jay-Z First Lady, check it out, uh yo Don't watch
Poke em wit somethin they couldnt get it out if they shitted out Hercules thinkin he hurtin me, but they ain't hurtin shit If only they could see behind curtains, they
of heaven is the price we pay No more nightmares each and every day We don't need any wars People wanna change course They want the union of love
but he dont rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
-Huh) Cluemanati, We Like It (Uh-Huh) Mase too smooth, call me debonair hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon) cops pull me over, what they don't feel it
the show The fiend of a rhyme on the mic that you know It's only one capable, breaks the unbreakable Melodies unmakable, pattern unecscapable A horn if want
, get a and 1 Blacked out, 006, next to Cam'ron See ya if I see ya, If I don't Bye Bye, Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la Supreme Dada
