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Ladies and gents
Turn up this sound system
To the sound of Carlos Santana
And the G-M-B's
Ghetto blues from the refugee camp

Oh Maria Maria
She
ask Trick they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand, ha ha so tan in the tan stand
Ra-ra, na-na, ha-ha, la-la, mama I keep that blam blam
ask Trick they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand, ha ha so tan in the tan stand
Ra-ra, na-na, ha-ha, la-la, mama I keep that blam blam
hell's pavement
G see d see
Took a walk down pulled by the tide
G see d see
I had to make some new arrangement
Em see g
Oh I thought I'd reach the other
cemeteries
HE'S forever buried
HOW by any means necessary
I'm here to promise to keep my vows in order
I'm here to promise to keep my child in order
'Til
triumphed 
Watch out! 
A new ever! If you don't know  your bitch ass better 
Watch out! 
Axe somebody! Shoot em up! 

The Hurricane G is live and in
the feeling,
Music gave ya back in the day?"

Let's groove,
September,
Earth, Wind and Fire.
Hot Pants by James,
Sly's gonna take you higher.

Minor keys
from or where you at
It take you wherever you wanna go
'Cause when you're in shany's world, man, it don't even matter
See, I go by the name of chink
come by kid
'Cause I be up in the wide city wit I.G., Biiiitch

[Chorus]
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
Holly got a G.E.D. living in maternity
Nursing her broken heart for the love she lost

[Chorus]

And the sky is blue, but so are you
Mary takes
of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen
(feat. Chink Santana)
Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)

Deep in the cut
With the chrome on the thrown
in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back
So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents 
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana

[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy
Handle minor biz for that dope boy
But thetell you by the greyhound
She
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen
of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
Cause he needs a G when you listen
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
collapse rap shows at a standstill
Some racial circuits the frequencies can't handle
The funk tracks produced by EPMD
But it's a fat jam, that will never
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there,
I like to hit live deep, keep fam tight tight
Keep the vocal strictly any joint, it's right
Let me fly
Ease back, the g's back with the r
Sun is in
right
mah money come fast so thas how i spit it
trunk soundin like it got a marchin band in it
you in the minor leagues, and I'm a heavy weight
was the invisible man
Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace it came from
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'