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[Jay-Z]
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Uhh, uh uh uh
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It's big pimpin baby..
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It's big pimpin, spendin G's
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Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
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Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
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Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
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You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
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Cause I don't fuckin need em
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Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
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But I don't fuckin feed em
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First time they fuss I'm breezin
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Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"
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I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
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Better trust than believe em
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In the cut where I keep em
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til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
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Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up
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Let em play with the dick in the truck
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Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
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Divorce him and split his bucks
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Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
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so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
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parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
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Me give my heart to a woman?
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Not for nothin, never happen
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I'll be forever mackin
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Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
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I got no patience
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And I hate waitin..
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Hoe get yo' ass in
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And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
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RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
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And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
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RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
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Chorus One: Jay-Z
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We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's
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Check em out now
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Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
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It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
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Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's
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We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
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It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
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[Bun B]
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Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario
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Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
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Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
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Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
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Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
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No I can't fuck a scary hoe
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Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
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Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"
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Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
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We don't pull it out over little shit
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And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
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Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
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Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
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and you see us comin down on yo' slab
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Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
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But nigga if you hatin I
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then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
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You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
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Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
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Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
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Pump it up in the pro-zone
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That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
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Ain't the track that we flow's on
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But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
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We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
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Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
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Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
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Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
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Chorus Two: Bun B
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We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's
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We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
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It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
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Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's
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And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
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Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
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It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
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[Pimp C]
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Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
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All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
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Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
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If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all
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If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
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Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
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Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
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Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise
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Chorus Two
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Big Pimpin`
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