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OH!
Stat Quo
Here we go
Come on, come on

You ready?
Let's do it man
Shady aftermath
Yeah
Where you keep that thing man
By my side
When
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*

That's how drive-bys get f
*** wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I
you'll die dancin'
Dark, gliding shapes that violate every law of nature
Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz
lord for givin' me wind beneath my wingz
When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses to da pain 
And my ignorance, I charge to da game

So
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
yeah!

[Chorus: x2]
Who you think you f***ing with (b****!)
Who you think you f***ing with
Who you think you f***ing with
Who you think you f
and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York New
on the airwave and it's yours, pick the heart of your choice.
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match - by the sound of a voice.

Why-o-you-n-g -f
hopers y'all just small talkers
Y'all could risk gettin cut off like nick-a-bokers
Albums flop, y'all better off playin soccer
Misdeameanor, my deaeanor
the foundations of the last remix of ? service 
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub numinous f***er and um respect 
Find out what it means to me New York
(Juvenile)]

[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherf***ers
Hit it, quit it, f*** it, leave
you forget.
Get, get, get.
La da de dah da da, La da de da da da dow dom.

I'm in and out a pig channel serrated by hand feeders.
Army of vicious
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin' mics
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish

And from the start of it you felt like you were
When I'm walking by the women say ' Who is that n****?'
I replied 'Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n****'
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip
all I can f***in' hear
Marshall come on we'll watch the game it's the Cowboys and Buccaneers
And maybe if I just drink half I'll be halfed buzzed for
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
can't never leave da game 

No matter how many time I go to jail
I can't never leave da game
No many how many times I f*** up 
I can't never leave da
at 'cha 'cause it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 that's a one of a kind
Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind

We 'bouta crash da
Oh, I posted bail? I'm out this motherf***er?
I could go? Oh, f*** y'all, aye, f*** the judge
F*** the motherf***in' District Attorney,
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
with a old school deal
Tied to the game by Steve Lobell
So we always win, don't receive no help
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows
round
They go
Yeah, yeah its going down, down, down
They go

New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old school deal
Tied to the game by