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by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero

Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin
think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
that big dog life
You love to live just like a young'n Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my Coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute
[Chorus - 2X]
All I want to do is smoke my dro..bitch
Sit on the couch get high n get throwed bitch
Or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

I got why'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album
shit on your new album or what? 

Yeah, I'm gonna kick some of that shit
But ah, partner I don't even fuck with the nine no more half

Man don't you
of the bodies of my essay's getting cremated
Trial and error since the silent terror
Into the knockout game, straight out the wild'n era
A lot of cats operate
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
tie
N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's
Albums cloud him, phantom of the opera style
With loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em
as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never prosper
Prognosis of a problem child
I'm proud
like you and recover
The life that I knew as a young'n
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
Dumb niggas like me never
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
under smoov shit
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my
a body of cancer
My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom)
Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all)
I'm raw stripped down, no minerals
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
to Florida City, Opa-Locka 
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
it different with a million dead MC microphones
And they all wanted back by their peeps
Sleep if you dare, cause death catch niggaz when they sleep
Point out the bounce, yeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

I got why'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album
niggas by the balls
See me comin', drop the drawers, stop and pause
Hear me bustas, better drop the charge
Mothafucka, i'm about to roar

Spittin'
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
to survive in this era
We learn from trial and error, it's hard for cowards to bare us
They know the style is terror, nigga we everywhere
Yeezy and Hov