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], yo, this tone the referee, knawhatimean?, and i'm about to bring y'all some history, we got the best of both worlds, and i got the get fresh crew, doug fresh!, mirror mirror on the wall, whose is the freshest of them all?, i love 'em all, but none of y'all, is doug e. as me and the boy kelly, with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all, we got hits like a thirty shot clip, when we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor, holla at your boy, boys, when we boys, so we bringin' out them toys, i ain't a lame, on them dana dane's, wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change, nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank, we can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain, we can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing, that i keep by my hip, like my celly that rings, meeting michelle at the hotel, while jay and tone on the way to the afterparty, got the ladies sayin', oh, best of both worlds, and we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin, boy h-o, kells, we not playing, losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win, and win again, like deja vu, then we win again, like m.j. do, three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue, young scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move, in this arena, arena, all we wanna see is them hands up, hands up, this is for them hustlin' boys and girls, it's the return of best of both worlds, well once upon a time, they left the glove and the star, kid, he swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage, let me rephrase that, bubblin' with pride, did have skills, but he was ugly inside, instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the non sense, hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience, like 'i love you', when he's hittin' that stash, then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class, even let a gay jew man tack his jheri, then, got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy, swindlin', forgot the god above him, finally, fan base trinklin' down to nothing, no concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break, bitter and evil, didn't learn from his mistake, the moral of the story is, don't be a pair of knickers, be good, boys and girls, and you can be as great as, rick is, my baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue, it took half the pay, and now my life is filled with rainy days, but i stashed some dough, how much, you'll ever know, it's doug fresh, slick rick, kells and jay-z
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Artist: jay-z