(Yo)
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(This is the first freestyle, since the shina's got out of line)
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(Young Money)
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Young Money Cash Money (yeah)
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I'm the young boy.
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I'm cold with little recognition like Brandon Roy (what up).
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I'm 'bout to go nuts for fun, call it almond joy (get it).
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And I'm a be hotter in the summer, corduroy.
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The Young Money popstar (yeah)
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I'm a rock her
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I got your girl combination, watch how I'll lock her.
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Get it. They say I'm silly
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Well I'm a lease a rapper to the youngin' Lil' Diggy.
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Re-Rest in peace Pac
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Re-Rest in Biggy, but Twizzy
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I'm more like The Beatles in my city (rock).
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Why? Cause I know what's uppa
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And I don't call these young artists rappers, they're suppa.
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I'm eating all these rappers, whoever claim they better.
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I tell them to get off my meat, my pecker, wood and my decker.
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And get ready cause I'm comin' for ya
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Better get your whole team to start running for ya.
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Holdin' campaign'ins. I don't care if your famous.
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I'm on fire like I'm cannon
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It won't help me if it's rainin', not complainin'.
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Cause I'm indestructible. Crazy mother truckable
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When I'm livin' like the Huxtables.
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Now get off my testicles. I'm illy-illy
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The kid like Gille willy.
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I get more "P" than a hat of a Philly, hold up.
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Well let me keep that to myself.
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Black and White like the ref.
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I'm rockin' shows for the def, ugh.
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I'm the hardest working artist, I'm the smartest,
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I'm the modest. Kick em out just like I'm Martin and get out. (ugh)
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101 game now sit out.
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And if I'm nasty to you haters, you can go and spit out.
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I be doing if I flop.
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Better grab your tissue when my ish drop.
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Cause it's gonna be like diarrhea, droppin' stacks at galleria.
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Hollin' at these mama mia's (yeah)
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I'm so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel.
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I make you sweat so you better buy a towel.
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And I know who's who's now who's looking for the aisle.
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Not we, cause we are Young Money.
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We sick in your tummy, we make your nose runny.
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Yeah we make your nose runny, got a house full of chicks,
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I call em Twist Clyde Bunnies (yeah).
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Sh-Shall I keep going? Keep flowing?
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Throw my chain up, and then it starts snowing
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Start storming, start hailing.
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Whatever they call it.
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Yeah it's hailing cause it's ice falling, yeah your kid still ballin'.
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I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm feelin myself.
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If no one else (who cares)
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Cause I don't care about what you do.
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Because it's me against you like
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2x2 or 3x3 yes I'm a do me.
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Spell my name "T" "W" Mr capital "T".
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Oh wait I missed the freakin "I" "S", cause I is the best.
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And I will freakin dissect, all you freaking rappettes.
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I'm nasty on the track like rat sex.
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I'm happy, because I got a mad check.
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Mr. Little "T". Mr 1 point 3 young mula ba-by. (yeah)
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(Ok)
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(I just had to go in. Ya dig)
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(Shout out to my little bro, Diggy, I see you Mr. Atlantic)
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(Young Money)
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(I see you Fareed)
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(Ya Dig)
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Inkredible (Freestyle)
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Lil Twist |