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], 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 y'all just enjoy, aight, yo, rob you there? your mic sound nice, you first to blow ight, you ready to blow, aight, let's go, hold up, wait a minute, stop, jigga, i'm about to put the shit down, hold up, wait a minute, stop, i'm 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 apollo's, niggaz wanna follow, i'm 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, i'm rich", hey, y'all niggaz see me, i can't believe it, you startin' to sound like, you don't want it, tony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocks, he keep yellin', stop, sisqo's album flopped, what you wanna do, if you drinkin', i'm hangin' out with you, five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun, it's young. uh, mack alone, i'm back in the zone, i'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me alone, i can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout me, that just let's me know, they can't go a day without me, scared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt me, cuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't 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, i'm 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 y'all fuckers than car service, ya'll nervous, i ain't back yet, i'm on extended vaca', i ain't unpack yet, stop worrying, five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun, shit, she back with the nigga inf dot, uh-oh, somebody better tell this broad, i'm a nine year veteran, i'm 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, ya'll ain't see this much love since they cried for 'pac, since big passed, or since jay passed the roc, i'm in a clearport, full length mink in a g4, fuck i'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred g's, for?, no, i don't talk to media guys, i don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the best, shawn and kelly, fox, best of both worlds, i see y'all, aiyo, kel, nigga, holler at your peoples, five, four, three, two, one, hang on y'all, let's have some fun,