You know we hadda do a remix right? Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! All you Young Gunnerz! Hey Just, this the one right here baby! I told you dawg!
It's B Sig in the place with State P and we got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah! Still watch what you say to B. Sig 'cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
I bring the hood when I'm traveling Scrap backwoods unraveling Scrap smoke good when we traveling Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (strap...your...folks) Who want beef with State P... Enemies try to speak to me Negative they don't get that close
It's free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not a brave nigga? (Fucking with some made niggas) Hit him with the AK nigga (Free no you didn't) Yes I did Overpayed shit? Wait a minute... When this faking, snatch the cake up out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's freeway in the place with my squad and we got what it takes to DUMP the K FLIP your ride!
It's B Sig in the place with State P and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to Young Free 'cause 50 shots still will turn the club out
It's Freeway in the place with State P and we got what it takes to the rock the mic right Yeah! Still watch what you say to B Sig 'cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E
It's Nelly in the place with Murph Lee and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say around here cause there's something on my waste to make the whole place clear
It's Murph dun in the place with Nelly and I got what it takes to rock the mic right Yeah! You better watch what you say to my face 'cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertaining 'em Twenty-one when I'm clubbing it Fake ID for the fuck of it I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy If you can't get Nelly you settle for who boy? Two toy carrier, two stashes One truck that seats six asses 22's to confuse the masses Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes I used to drive my mama stuff Now the school boy putting twenties on the Bomb Pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with chumps up in my trunk and I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
Down down, I'm with you dirty go head and lay down Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now? See how I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six Julius Irv' Cris and the herb, make it hard to swirve Throw your hands up; if you didn't bang your rim on the curb You couldn't hit while you was making a turn I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback I got repsect but it's lost and that's a fact Like K - "Know" one here even said your name R - You really feeling guilty bout something mayn S - Sad to see you really just want just One - more hit please please! You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension No hit since the cordless mic invention Snitching? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen Nelly cookin with too many dimensions Mid west, and we aim about mid chest Duked on my side, too many in my tribe Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
All a y'all need to one yourself Go get the burner nigga clap yourself! All a y'all need to one yourself Go get the burner nigga clap yourself! Yeah! It's the, it's the Roc nigga Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! And another one...
