what more can i say?

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, uh, uh, huh, turn the music up, turn me down, guru.lets go get 'em again, this time it's for the money my nigga, brooklyn stand up, there's never been a nigga this good for this long, this hood, or this pop is hot, or this strong, with so many different flows, this ones for this song, the next one i'll switch up, this one will get bit up, these fucks, to lazy to make up shit, they crazy, they don't.paint pictures, they just trace me, you know what, soon they forget who they plucked, they whole style from, and try to reverse the outcome, i'm like.cluck, i'm not a biter, i'm a writer, for myself and others, i say a b.i.g. verse i'm only biggin up my brother, biggin up my borough, i'm big enough to do it, i'm that thorough, plus i know my own flow is foolish, so the rings and things you sing about, bring em out, it's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth, i'm in.new sneakers, deuce seaters, a few diva's, what more can i tell you, let me spell it for you, w-i-double l-i-e, nobody truer than h-o-v, and i'm back for more, new yorks ambassador, prime minister back to finish my business up, what more can i say?, what more can i do?, i give this all to you, i know this much is true, my life, you already know what i'm about, flying birds down south, moving wet off the step, purple rain in the drought, stuntin on hoes, brushing off my shirt, but ain't nothing on my clothes, 'cept my chain, my name, young h-o, pitch the yea faithful, even if they patrol i make payroll, benz paid for, friends they roll, private jets down to turks and caicos, chrys case loads, i don't give a shit, nigga one life to live i can't let a day go, bye, without me being fly, fresh to death, head to toe until the day i rest, and i don't wear jerseys i'm thirty plus, give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups, s dots on my feet, makes my cycle complete, what more can i say guru play the beat, i'm leaving!, we gonna let this ride into the hook, i'mma snap my fingers on this one, what more can i say to you?, get my grown man on, let's go, now you know ass is willie, when they got you in a mag, for like half a billi, and your ass ain't lilly, white, that mean that shit you write must be illy, either that or your flow is silly, it's both, i don't mean to boast, but damn if i don't brag, them crackers gonna act like i ain't on they ads, the martha stewart, that's far from jewish, far from a harvard student, just had the balls to do it, and no i'm not through with it, in fact i'm just previewing it, this ain't the show i'm just eq'in it, one, two and i won't stop abusing it, to groupie girls stop false accusing it, back to the music, the mayback roof is translucent, niggas got a problem houston, what up b, they can't shut up me, shut down i, not even p.e. i'mma ride, god forgive me for my brash deivery, but i remember vivily, what these streets did to me, so picture me, lettin these clowns nit pick at me, paint me like a pickaninny, i will literally, kiss tee-tee in the forhead, tell her please forgive me, then squeeze until your forhead, i'm not the one to score points off, in fact, i got a joint to knock your points off, young, hova the god nigga blast for me, i'm at the trump international, ask for me, i ain't never scared, i'm everywhere, you ain't never there, nigga why would i ever care, pound for pound i'm the best to ever come around here, excluding nobody, look what i embody, the soul of a hustler i really ran the street, i ceo's mine, that marketing plan was me, and no i ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times, or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines, and i ain't animated, like say a, busta rhymes, but the real shit you get when you bust down my lines, add that to the fact i went plat a bunch of times, times that by my influence, on pop culture, i supposed to be number one on everybody's list, we'll see what happens when i no longer exist, fuck this,