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(Without a doubt) (Neptunes, 5'9")

[Royce da 5'9"]
I say my crew won't stop, we won't stop
Piece stay on the lot, thing don't drop
We shake it in
you, hit you until you
I'ma hit you until you STOP, hit you until you GO!
Hit you until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL!
I'ma hit you until you BLEED,
Drop it boys

I say hey man, whatcha doing later on?
He said oh man, I’m just hanging out later on

I said I’ll swing by and get ya
And you’ll be
the.. turn the level up

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
All we want to do is make money
That's all that we want to do
Long as y'all niggaz don't fuck with us
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
[Ingrid Smalls]
Na na na.
Oh, oh, oh, no no no

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah
I done been in this game for years, it made me an animal
I learned that
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh

[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
[Royce The 5'9'']
T-M-Royce 5
Pause
Listen to why girls drop they drawls
A lot of em they want to get involved
Well why you still holding up
Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags
Leave him wit' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags
in my pocket and at least a grand 
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand 
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC 
Remotely controlled by
calls so I can wire free samples
Get me a plane so I can make my drops
Flying real low to avoid the cops
Weighing my weed on a digital beam
Wrapping it in
two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out 
of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in 
that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Gather around, gather around
Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens behind him while he's driving
Instantly causes
it
Plus I think when this shit drops niggas gon' get about it
Hip Hop is too crowded
And I'm on in the tip of the stage slappin hands in the front row
son, my son, remember the words of the Lord. 
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,
that it cannot hear, but your
and drip that paint (drip that paint)
And drop that top (drop that top) and grip that grain (hold up)
6-10-I-10-59-45 in the belt
This clutch city where
the hill to the bresk
I proofing I'm widdy by useing my mind I spit from my heart
Cause you don't give useing where other Crews in my City
Cause I am