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Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never know homes, might trip the triple double
Triple double, triple
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss]
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Think bout when I splatter ya
Mafia!
Yeah, peep game, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Level up! Yeah
Like a game

Catch 'em down bad
Beat 'em with a bat, hashtag that
I
Well, a strange thing happened the other night
You won't believe it, but I swear it's true
Harry the hairy ape made his escape from the city zoo
&
as happy as a cow
Chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet 

Yeah! Yeah!

And the people clap their hand
On the M I double S I double S I
In the label I'm Russ
In the trap I'm Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can't dial for the packs
I sent you right
number
Everybody give it up for the cocky drummer.

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
And the beat goes on (on and on and on)
And the beat
Aww go ahead, Ted

Beats in the street and I'm coming
Dead headed over the map
Highway trains keep on rollin'
Sneakin' right through the traps
a beach bum
Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number
Everybody give it up for the funky drummer

And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
[Nas]
Pushing drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny era, guns in
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee

Me
Ha ha, yeah, P!
What you say nigga? Get the fuck outta here
Listen, P!
It go beast mode, I live by the street code
I beat foes the fuck up when
Gold all on my neck
Bathing ape on my back
Even though I'm looking from the front
I can still see that back
I got racks on racks
No I'm not
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee
S N double O P, D O double gizee
D O double gizee, D O double gizee

Me
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
nobody gets blamed 
By the tired, and broke down, and beat. 
In sunken gardens where there was a street.

West over water I rambled and paced,
Dis a no puppy love business
Me a talk bout

Gangsta love gangsta love
Gyal dem neva love mi fi no vanity
When I talk bout double up double up
See
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee

Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed
the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I
bullshit fuckin' up the street stock
You living mine and yours thats a double dip
That synthetic ass shit we call it double whip
And nigga nothing beat
we burned out the jungles far and wide
Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide
Threw all the people in relocation camps
Under lock
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked!

Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its
a tow-truck
'Cause it's after dark
And the dance floor's full
But everybody's double-parked

Cell phone's dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I'll knock