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tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
the queen of the house
And it may not be a palace
But it sure beats a load by the side of the road
Broke down South of Dallas
Yeah, it sure beats a load by
London]
Chiswick Bridge to Newham and East Ham
Churchbells ring out through the land
You were born in London, England
[London, London, through the dark
Nearly lost his queen in a dip

Yeah, she righted herself
Straightened out her slip and kicked him in the shin
Miss Billy Begonia thinks she's hit the "Big
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, 
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, 
Get what you want, get out it's
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team

Don't turn your back
When she's on that
and the satins.
Like a throne made of gilt, that too many johns have sat in.
Oh, just come over.
Roll up.
See Alice on the palace, where her name adorns
fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the palace
Y'all niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet,
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Chorus (2x)
We started the shit, and we gon' finish the shit!

MJG:

Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich
Started this shit and I'm
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party

[Chorus:
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party

[Chorus:
and inside
Leave ya jaw to the floor, eyes open wide

Loungin' in my crib upon, now in 12 floor
Lo-Lo wit the ham come knockin' at my door
She sell glock
Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
And I don't eat green eggs and ham 
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn 
You be like oh shit that's the jam 
Turn it up now hear me get buck
And I don't eat green eggs and ham 
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn 
You be like oh shit that's the jam 
Turn it up now hear me get buck
And I don't eat green eggs and ham 
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn 
You be like oh shit that's the jam 
Turn it up now hear me get buck
And I don't eat green eggs and ham 
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn 
You be like oh shit that's the jam 
Turn it up now hear me get buck
unintentional malice 
Want to battle one of us is endin up in God's palace 
Doubt my shit's Official  the Megatron missile 
Bio computer virus with flesh
what you pay for
From the odd job man

One day this dude drives in the station
And I slide out to the pump
And he says, " I need some odd jobs done
Can
Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Hard pill to swallow and he knows pills, trust him. Drunkards of the crystal palace suck assignment, walk the diamonds in the soles of your chukkas back
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks