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[Sheek]Fuck — shit is real right hereRoc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckersDon’t get it twistedYo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoYo shut the fuck up ‘fore I blast and Banned From TV your asswith no mask, look at the camera like what?Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committedTo the death of me,

Sorry boys..but all the money in the world couldn’t bring me back againLay down, lay downGonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on MarcyAll those new niggaz stop therebut a lot later than a whole gang of people thoughtThe last of the real hustlers, wellmaybe not the lastBleek’s gonna be a good rapperNew,

[Foxy Brown]Uhh, uhh, uh-huhUhh (paper chase)Bonnie n ClydeY’all motherfuckers know how it’s goin down(gotta get that paper y’all)That’s right, uhh(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeahPaper chase y’all, paper chase WHAT? Uh) Greyhound bitch, stay down bitchBout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitchHalf a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch(til November?)

[Jay-Z:] Turn the lights all the wayTurn the lights all the way downWhat Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh)Come onBig flow(GGRRRRRR)Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sickFuck all y’all haters blow dickI spits the game for those that throw bricksMoney cash hoes money cash chicks whatSex murder and mayhem romance for the streetOnly wife

Uh uhSo So DefYeah, yeah [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z] [Jermaine Dupri]In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanesWith the top down screamin outMoney ain’t a thang [Jay-Z]Bubble hard in the double R flashin the ringsWith the window cracked, holler backMoney ain’t a thang [Jermaine Dupri]Jigga, I don’t like it if it don’t gleam cleanAnd