[Intro]
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Turn my fucking beat up (x3)
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(Turn my mic up to)
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9Remix)
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[Hook: Chris Brown]
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Uh, yeah! We can do anything
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Walk everywhere and buy anything! (REEMIX)
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I¡¯ll be chilling, I don¡¯t worry about anything REEMIX)
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Why stop now? I can have everything! (Part 2)
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Yeeeah! I can have everything!
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Yeeeah! I can have everything!
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Yeeeah! I can have everything!
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Why stop now? I can have everything!
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Find the nearest exit
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Everybody better find the nearest exit
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See the way I killed very nigga in this bitch
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Somebody please tell me where the forensics
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Everybody know the God real
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Looking like you work in a garage sale
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While you hating on one of the greatest
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I be in the crib digging in ya mom¡¯s tail
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Big old bitch ? Avatar
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I got her sitting on the dick like I handle bar
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Shawty like the way I beat it up
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Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar
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Let a nigga eat it up like a caviar
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Got her buggin now she wanna carry on
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YMCMB, gods of this rap shit that we are
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But ya girl look like a little amateur
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Wednesday night at the Apollo
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But it¡¯s okay ¡¯cause she got a long neck
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And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow
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Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow
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Why baby girl did you have to gargle?
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If I could have everything
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Do me a favour send me a hundred more bottles
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Hahaha
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[Hook: Chris Brown]
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Uh, yeah! We can do anything
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Walk everywhere and buy anything!
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I¡¯ll be chilling, I don¡¯t worry about anything
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Why stop now? I can have everything!
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Yeah! I can have everything!
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Yeah! I can have everything!
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Yeah! I can have everything!
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Why stop now? I can have everything!
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Aye let me re-introduce ya¡¯ll to my beautiful twin
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Oh my God. MISSY¡¦
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[Missy Elliott]
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It go 3,4,5,6
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On this mic I hot spit
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This my time, toc-tic
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On the chicken not fucking wit¡¯
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Hit ¡®em with hits in the head I spit¡¦
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This shit is so ridiculous, sick
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Missy like no other chick
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Now watch how I kill this remix
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I slay these crows
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Got more lines than cornrows
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You aint on me sea level
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Better get on ya tippy toes
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Really though, really no
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I¡¯ma blow it up like a torpedo
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Who am I, you don¡¯t know
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You can call me the original
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I¡¯m the E-double-LL I-O-T-T don¡¯t ever try me on the mic I¡¯ma beast
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Eat an emcee like I¡¯m finna have a feast
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You better sit down, have a seat
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I can do anything, Missy finna change the game
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Ya¡¯ll better stay up in ya lane
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Now I¡¯mma just make y¡¯all clap ya hands
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[Hook: Chris Brown]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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It¡¯s been officially declared that the martian is back in the building
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TUNECHI!!!
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[Lil Wayne]
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Man, fuck these niggas
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Man, fuck these hoes
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T just roll a big long blunt
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I smoke that bitch till it¡¯s Muggsy Bogues
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I aint got time for that bitch shit
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Glock, automatic, no stick shift
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My girl p-ssy bigger than pig lips
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My blunts last longer than friendships
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Man, I was on my skateboard
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It aint trickin¡¯ if you got it I¡¯ll pay for it
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Hol¡¯ up, wait for it
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Catch up, like fake blood
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My own funeral I¡¯m late for it
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Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
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I¡¯m fresh out the can I¡¯m canned goods
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Two handguns, my hands full
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I¡¯m young ill and so mean
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I¡¯m one pill from OD¡¯ing
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I¡¯m high hoe, my eyes low like Korean¡¯s
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I pulled up on that ?
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Thuggin¡¯, bumping Golf Wang
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Bitch, I¡¯m higher than Eddie Cane
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Tunechi I can have everything
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[Hook: Chris Brown]
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Why Stop Now (Remix)
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Busta Rhymes |