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Havin' lunch at The Petroleum Club
Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives
He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket
Give me another
the bu-bubbling back of your waistline
I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and
in the club scene where I met Ms.
back of your waistline
I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and
in the club scene where I met Ms. Green
[Chorus]
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

Check it out, you can catch me on top now,
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
know where you live it is what it is
If we can't eat then your team can't live
That's how it is it is what it is 
Nigga that's how it is it is what it
through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals. 
The track more lethal, came back to see you 
Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the
lava,the
a bassline
Track kick through the city while I piss through the city
Incredible hawk, the fact is in me
I can see the change when I twist the cap off
back of your waistline
I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT
Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and
in the club scene where I met Ms. Green
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
on your best shit
I mean, how can you be expected to step up and wreck shit
When the track was fat, but your raps is anorexic?
Word to my momma bring
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
Causing devilish offspring.  Fighting the message that we bring.
Defeating lives.  Striving on the many souls that can sing.
Hysteria.  Living in the area
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
y'all

Crack is back again (oh-oh)
Had to rip this track again (oh-oh)

And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron

The god,
stoppin' us
Eternal with the burner, fast-paced but slow learner
Beatin' me that's like Ike gettin' slapped by Tina Turner
Nigga I'm the best rapper
to they asshole
You wanna battle, I separate your Adam's Apple
Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo
Can you read black, ease back, we
competitors, from they ears to they asshole 
You want to battle, I separate your Adam's Apple 
Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo 
Can you
victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club takin' a pissin'
No mask on face I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Wishin' we could have that time back
Oh we can, yo man, rewind that

You never gone, you live forever through song
I feel it when I seem 'em with them Dilla
one bag of dope
Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you
ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look