[Intro]
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Youngbloodz.. come out and play [*laughs*]
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{*scratches*}
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[Dupri] You know we had to do a remix
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[Luda:] If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (yeah!!)
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[Dupri] + (Lil' Jon)
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Uh huh, So So Def (what?! what?!)
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To Youngbloodz (ya know?!) Uh Lil' Jon (yeah!)
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(Yeah! yeah!) Bonecrusher (yeah!)
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And my man Ludacris (let's go!) let's go!
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[Verse: Ludacris]
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D-P motherfucker going four years strong
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Got plenty haters really wishing I ain't last that long
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And please don't get it twisted I ain't Hollywood yet
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I just jumped in that movie to get a big ass check (that's right)
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So fool break yourself, that's the phrase that pays
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I'm bout to open my own shop AK's and Chevorlet's
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I just bought 20 acres and I'm still in the hood
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They like damn, lova lova doing pretty damn good (that's right)
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When it comes to this paper I don't slack to get it
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But call me lazy cause my crib's got an elevator in it
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That's right, it's sorry to say but it's harder to see
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And I don't have to hit the club I bring the party to me
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Cause I'm the Lord of Lords and the King of the Kings
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I never claim to be hard just down for my team
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Shawnna, 20, Chingy, Tity and Fate
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I grab a booty and pinch then lick a titty and shake
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[Verse: Sean Paul]
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Now I'm back in the street working stacking my bread
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Put some in the hood cause I got plent to spread
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Bought a brand new 'Lac on some brand new feet
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Wit a brand new grill shining like gold teeth
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Still ride wit AK's, still a sweep the streep
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But I'm a real G and I ain't got no time for beef
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I don't change for na nigga I'm a part of the street
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And live life everyday like it's a party to me
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But I'm fa sho wit it
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If there's money to be made boy I'm a go get it
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Split it wit the hood again get some throw wit it
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Catch me swervin through your hood no we didn't did it
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Straight up sippin on some Henny ain't no coke in it
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I'll leave the change for the suppers
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Separate the hard motherfucker from outta buses
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To the grinders and the hustlers so I know that you feel me
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Put your hood up in the air and represent for your city (yeah!!)
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[Chorus: Ludacris & (Lil' Jon)] {*Bone Crusher in background*}
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If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)
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If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)
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If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)
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If you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck! (hey!)
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(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)
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(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)
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(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)
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(Don't start no shit there won't be no shit!)
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[Verse: J-Bo]
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Now who the hell wanna tangle my angle I'm setting off
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To the party no Bacardi, like Crusher, we breaks 'em off
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Youngbloodz and Ludacris, in which you know the name
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We burning through yo speakers like big balls of flames
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And pimpin like hurricanes, we blowing through ya town
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Whipin out ya system and shutting the club down
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Cause we - don't give a fuck, already you know the deal
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Like soldiers we walk soft (shh) so listen close and clear
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Cause we go act a fool and send chumps back to school
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Then teach them motherfuckers to never break the rules
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Lesson one - some pimps don't never crack the style
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Lesson two - respect if been doing it for a while
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A-Town's our bound, we bumping down ya block
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Switching from lane to lane, you know it don't stop
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We back and still foolish and poppin like once befo
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So go and throw it up, my people now hit the flow (yeah!!)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse: Bone Crusher]
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I won the strong arm competition, in '94
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For benching 600 pounds, and no mo'
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They equal six of ya featherweights that goin to hit the flo
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So if a nigga wanna bark, then a nigga need to know
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I'm serious with this, pardon my French but I'm the shit!!
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I'm six fucking seconds away from catching these bricks
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When it's all said and done and I engulf the sun
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Pathetic ass, fucking mortals, when you're old niggaz learn
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I grind for this paper, shake a nigga down for this paper
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These under 'chiever niggaz always hate ya
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So you gotta keep it mean and lock and load the cakers
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