*featuring Jay-Z
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[Just Blaze] Just Blaze!
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[Chorus - Memphis Bleek]
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Everything's a go!
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And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
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And it's real, everything's a go!
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New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
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Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me
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Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
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Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack
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Told me meet her at the spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go!
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[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
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Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
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Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
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A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
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From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh!
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But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
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Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
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I'm in the class, all by myself
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Now you haters wanna crowd my space
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Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
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For they butterfly-stich ya face
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If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
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If the record sound +Just+ get the +Blaze+, nigga
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Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
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The ROC get hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!"
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You better warn ya folks
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They hate to see a real clique, but now
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[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]
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[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
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Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
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I advance myself, and pay myself back
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Ha, man you gotta love that
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When them pockets on "E" man you gotta hug that
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Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
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Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above that
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[Memphis Bleek]
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Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back
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You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
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Booooy! you now tuned into the greatest
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Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
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Nigga it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
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That's cause we scramble, like we Vick's half cousins
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Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
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We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
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Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
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Groupie men, we put on UPN
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
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One - thug in the club, two - models to go
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Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
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Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
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Seven you make Heaven, or eight - everything's a go!
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Mami got that ice in ya drink
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Long legs short skirt, what you mean - everything's a go!
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My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs
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Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!)
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Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy
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You holdin me back for - go!
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I - spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I'm back for
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I'm bringin it back boys cause..
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[Chorus]
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Everything's A Go
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Memphis Bleek |