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Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)

[Master P:]
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na

Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)

[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
me

You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me

Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way

Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he'd
me

You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me

Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They
upon the shelf
Cross around my neck
I’ve been taught by stealth
Capture this moment in time, it’s a smash and grab
And where my party people y’all finna
Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out
B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh
And I'm here to announce
The flex, the X when
last year was a shock
The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
Kids are screaming; the media says, "What...
kind of music is this for you to dance to?"
Oh no, here we go again
It's time to spend the last lucky dollar
Can't you see it now: sleeping on the train 
And singing that sad refrain 
Oh..
last year was a shock
The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
Kids are screaming; the media says, "What...
kind of music is this for you to dance to?"
the last days, end of time

The terrorists jackin' planes, sendin' bombs to the Pentagon
They off the hook like intercoms
We just had a bad wintertime
then black
out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac
Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin'
Double shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin'
last year was a shock
The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt
Kids are screaming; the media says, "What...
kind of music is this for you to dance to?"
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation

Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds
get wit me, you steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy, no time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me, beats and bullets pass me

None
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!

[Chorus: x4]
I got money in the bank (yea)
Remix,
We gotta lotta money,
Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like
Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!

[Chorus: x4]
I got money in the bank (yea)
at the hourglass, how long can this power last
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party
Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati
Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? 
 Longer than my song but he already fell 
 He likes to eat hardy, party 
 Be like John Gotti,
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town 
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around 
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
What's wrong with our future? (4x)

Verse One:

Bust this

How long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, cause
at the hourglass, how long can this power last
Longer than my song but he already fell
He likes to eat hearty, party
Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati