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[Intro - MJG sample from "Coming Out Hard"] 1 to the motherfuckin 2 to the motherfuckin 3
[Hook x4] 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay] We came up from the bottom to the top (top) started wit the rocks Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch (whoa) Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin trash We returned now to make you suffer like succotash Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin Picture me blowin... Trees chiefin purple daily Weeds (no seeds) call it (Virgin Mary) Chevy they say we broke up ([Chevy:] Oh yeah) But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair) Hold up... Joe stop the song (what) Field Mob the answer to the question "What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?" Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God Wit that said I been blessed oh man The chain (red) like a (caffeine free Coke can) So... damn the critics yall really fake We got (hotter 16s) than that (R. Kelly tape) Make cheddar when I grab the mic... see when the Mob in town Hoes (go out in bad weather) like a (satellite) Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya place Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face? SLAP!
[Hook x4] 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke] I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin ya I'm finna (snap) like (turtle lips in a lake) (wrap) more than a (Egyptian coroner) ya rhymes are borin us Listenin to you is like watchin wet paint dry Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet Stop spittin them (kit kat candy bars) and (give me a break) please Start writin ya rhymes yaself... as a matter of fact Here's a mirror and a (map) go and (find) yaself Cause you been fake... You frontin like you did time in the state pen But really was a nerd at Penn State Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVds at y'all some (Blockbusters) (Confessin) like (Usher) (soft) as (baby food) Fixin to get us off the (block) like (star 82) Mad cause I'm comin up and you ain't and I'm buyin stuff that you can't I ain't (50 Cent) but I got (Bucks) in the (Bank) And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass Claimin you pimpin but ain't got one bitch The only (hoes (hose)) is the one you (water ya lawn wit) To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy To The Source like a groupie in love with (Jordan Jackson Vick Ervin and Tyson) I want 5 mics man... DAMN!
[Hook x4] 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
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