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This beat, yeah
Hop in this thang, yeah
With David Guetta, yeah
And Afrojack, yeah
Now all my ladies, yeah
Go ahead and get sexy, yeah

And if
first album coming feedin' 20 promises I made

Back when nobody would find me a talent,
Nobody would sign me, nobody believed in me,
Nobody but mommy
me with E's
He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run
then you probably need to beat her
That's how I was taught
Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed
And I'm exhausted
But fuck that "Sorry for
Don't change clothes change the cd
Murphy Lee what the hook gonna be
Cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupree, you know you wrong
We straight

Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
Uh, say what? 
Uh, say what? 
Uh, say what? 
1-2, 1-2 
I be that man they call Timbaland 
On these funky beats do you hear him? 
Uh-huh, Uh-huh
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
throw up your hands and drop your mic 
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth 
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost 
Six is your beat down,
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Like what it's gonna be like when you get closer to your dreams
I didn't know much then but, probably tell you a lil' somethin' now

Mr. Big
wasn't my place, the beat slowed til you listened to my pace
Cause I be killing shit, but that's evident, and y'all feeling it, but I expected it
If it's
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
Fingertips my ass, shackled to the hips in systematic racism
Facing caustic reefs spread across the concrete
I beat obstacles
Manufactured harass my soul
a partition, I started rollin' with a mo' home

Pick up a penny hope it turn into a twenty but the day end home
A classic in the street like Reebok
Grew up
but bitch this ain't a movie
I was only 14 when I droped my first deal
Made a 2way disappear like David Copperfield wala
I recorded this 2 15 left
and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the LBC
I slid up out the game and MC's get wacked
But now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go
slid up out the game and MC's get wacked
but now I'm back (Oh shit!), so go get your strap

Watch your head, I break wit
wit G's, Muslims, hardheads
picked that Truth beat
I was figuring I was gonna do some more work
But s*** just went poppin off like that. I was stayin in Chicago

I had my own
know
Short Dog peep game, come on

I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff