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I'm the king, y'all know that
She the queen, came right back

Yea yea

(Oh remix!)

Now baby girl there ain't nothin' more that I can say
You know by
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
go in flames
We all got to stick together as one
But at the same time, still have fun
'Cause you don't wanna lose the love for the music
When you
Jay-Z
Who you know fresher than Green, riddle me that

Lloyd Banks
I'm on the Road blowin Grade A Hayes

Young Buck
Don't be mad at me dogg this all
[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
I'm the king, y'all know that
She the queen, came right back

Yea yea

(Oh remix!)

Now baby girl there ain't nothin' more that I can say
You know by
Yea (yea, yea)
Styles I hear you man
(Usher)
This it right here
I'm the King y'all know that
She the queen, came right back
(Yea)
Oh Remix

(Usher)
The bad boys are back*
Blowin up shh like a bomb in iraq
Diddys in white I'm in all black
It's about to get real grimey
So somebody say dj pull up
real well

Come in
Oh, what up, yo
Ice U Rock in the house
What's up y'all?
(What's up)
Yo, I was here in the studio, you know
Reminiscin' about
[Chorus]
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by
That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and just wanna
Hustle Gang

West Side, Bankhead,(remix) that's where I'm from
Everything y’all did
It been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can’t touch that
provided by your local TV station
Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians

*DJ Pam cuts
the report
Igor why they wanna pick on little me for?
C4 explosives, I'm ferocious by the seashore
Keep it, you will reap it, I will give it all I got
I
fell in love,
What was you thinking when I asked if all your friends wanna fuck?
It's no wonder why you try to hold me under
Try to suffocate me so I
muster
Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes
Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
Never
sure all my seeds have been sewn
and i'm to kick back and drop some new shit
so you kin step by step like a 90's new kid
dj who did this is what all
[Intro: Papoose]
Oh!!! This the one right here!!! Swizz Beatz you a fool for this!
I done took y'all everywhere, ain't nowhere to take y'all but
[Intro: Papoose]
Oh!!! This the one right here!!! Swizz Beatz you a fool for this!
I done took y'all everywhere, ain't nowhere to take y'all but
I've been keeping my ear to the streets
The UK run out of ideas
Everybody doing covers of American beats
If it's not the Ace Hood "Hustle Hard" flow
one nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.

The American media, greedier than the average
will get your ass off your feet (Remix! .. c'mon)

They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn em all, til they all say turn em off
Cause
thought I was slanging
All the beamers were cashing out
You wanna sniff some
Get my dick soft by your own bitch
And a Taylor Swift song when they get