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learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit
learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it’s fucked up, girl, I’m still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me
learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me
Master well but I rocks wit my shells on
And the block still a hell zone
Get a helmet for you and ya gals dome I suggest! Aye!
 
[Chorus: x2]
 
Bang
ya hooked (hell nah)

[Juicy J]
Freaky lil' thang don't pass me by
Watchin' you out of the corner of my eye
Wit' a big booty and them healthy
Gettin ah stowed by deh steward
Collect from deh rich and give back to deh poor
Dollas guaranteed feh sure

So if you follow the pace an' ya know 
Say
weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
of the light 
Weight now  pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin' the dough for the pussy by the hour
Where the them hoers at get your
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell

Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
crack, shit
Smokin boodah's off that brown orange boodah
Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain't afraid to do ya
Roll wit niggaz, that's the same,
wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die
(Man I'm fresh as hell in this hoodie!)
Let's get it!
Omarion!
Wit' my hoodie on!
Wit' my hoodie on!
Wit' my hoodie on!

See the money!
See
the true skill, that come through me
Is from bangin'' All Hell Freeze by Cool see
Y'all don't move me, y'all at war with the veteran
Wit a digital trigger
I'm not wit none of that 
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
I'm not wit none of that 
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}

(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you
forget 'em
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em

At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
The last breath of the words of death
Was the rhythm

Now throw you
pumped on my block, you won't get no sales 
When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I 
I make a million by June 
I'm saying fuck July 
And I beg you to try
I'm not wit none of that 
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You
The killa clowns in ya town raisin all hell
* Tecca Nina wit the stamina comin to damage ya
  Buckin the bammer when I bust wit a bang
And it ain't no clause
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You don't suck what that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam tide
So i need a real chick 
Someone
forget 'em
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em

At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
The last breath of the words of death
Was the rhythm

Now throw you
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got