(feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets
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No if's, and's, or maybe's
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Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti
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Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby)
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With Flip Mode and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly
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Weezy tell 'em what you rep..(I represent Young Money)
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Yea I know you got me homie..(Busta, Bust I got you)
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Real Talk
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(I'm goin' in)
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Get 'em killaaa
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[Lil Wayne]
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I'm about to blast off call it rocket science
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Daddy fat stacks check my pocket science
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And if ya wanna try it, c'mon and try it
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You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
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I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin'
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And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin'
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I've been a soldier, never met private ryan
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Hey welcome to the jungle, and I'm the lion
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I'm dippin' in my coupe, with the top behind me
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I'm not the president, but I see cops behind me
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Well f**k 'em, f**k 'em, f**k 'em, and they can not stop me
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So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby
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It's my prerogative like Whitney's Bobby
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I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hockey)
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Sharper than a ginsu shawty
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You not Beyonce, but I can get you body
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[Chorus]
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Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
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Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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(I got 'em..Ludaa)
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[Ludacris]
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I throw it up like a cap and tassel
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I got my rap diploma
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I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
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I Got them burners on ya, have you lookin' at a Russian Ruger
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Have you lookin' like a human torch
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Then have you lookin' like Freddy Krueger
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So don't be sleepin' on me, this aint a f**kin' dream
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I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they f**kin' team
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But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision
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Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion
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You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey
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My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey
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I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point
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I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint
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I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow
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I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know
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And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight
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And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night
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[Chorus]
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Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
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Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f**kin' bottle
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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Throw it up (you know we got em)
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[Busta Rhymes]
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When I spit, niggas be askin' "Who dat"
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It be the god
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And I know you niggas really wanna know how the hell I "Do dat"
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And the way that I come through
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And kill every single thing when I rhyme
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Nevermind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time
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(Bring the beat back)
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My fans will leave ya f**kin' ass leakin'
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For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin'
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Cool and Dre bring the f**kin' beat back for no reason
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(Rewind It)
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Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', Ok
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When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from
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Scoon nu nu nu ba ba be, like the speakin' in tongues
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I single handedly move like a thousand niggas kick on
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Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga)
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When I get hot I pop like oil, that's when they call me crisco (Bitch)
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That's when I seek revenge like the Count of Monte Cristo
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Crack niggas like Nabisco, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco
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A gangsta cat markin territory wherever the piss go
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Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla
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I'll change that and have you consider studyin' Kabbalah (Shit)
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They nicknamed me Kamala (Hey), kinda like the Ugandan giant
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Flatten niggas with my foot, who wanna try it
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[Chorus]
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Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
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Niggas go and toss ya champagne, and throw a f* |