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know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be

(Uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (Yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (What, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (Peace

some real hush hush Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Just off the plane on a New York vacation

by now with each rap I go up Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded But tell me whats a deal when you want to be the greatest?

re tasting what I gave ya Seeping through the cellar cause I be the freak of nature With, the images that I hold in my head I be the kid from the Fifth