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the E, the N, the C, the H, 
The M, the O, the B, the great 

Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha 
It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss 
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost 
In a shuffle of feet  Jinx the fiddler 
And I control
to the big town
And we all put on the big sound
Truly what would we sing for
If it wasn't for Your Grace

And we sing 'cause You are bigger
Than any reference
up
And let me break it down
Through Missi, Tenni, Alanta
Georgia, and back to H-Town
We still be running thangs
Tryin to get it for cheddar
Baby, ain't
The light turned green

And you decided to stop

It turned red

You took off

And got pulled over by a cop

You overdid it homes
You had too much to drink
You
Chorus: x2
I want it right now baby
I think I want to you much
And if you don't know what to do
Let me show you what to do wit it

Verse 1:
It was
the Black Boogey Man 
Manic mad musician, maker of noise 
That's jocked, by your homeboys 
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar

If it's
they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double

So I said it's time to hustle, got down
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
A natural fact: 
That I pimp tracks and freak around 
The game got cracks in them pipes  
It's leakin' town 
My lines blow yo' mind  
Yo' senses
Thought about it much, much later

Could've went to school and been much greater

But you chose to lead that fate

Now you're sucking on a bone when
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness 
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans 
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
back for your sins, old friends gettin impaled
By Hannibal The Great, how can I fail?

[ CHORUS ]

The root of all evil is poverty, no stoppin me
Do
the Black Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was
St. Louis, (bitch I'm thuggin')
Tennessee, (bitch I'm thuggin')
H-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin')
K.C., (bitch I'm thuggin')
Hot Atlanta, (bitch I'm
And taste tha horchata
I got a couple gorditas
That will give ya tha torta
We say panocha 
Some say chocha
Houston be my City
We tippin' on 4-4"s
We bring it
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness 
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans 
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
paid
Y'all waitin' for the single to drop
Look down on the charts cause we sittin on top
Everybody else feelin' the flow
If you don't know by now (we
alright man Kentucky, Tennessee, taste this beat
I'm typin' this in for you

Ya, spit like it ain't no thing
You held me down from day one
It's
lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
people skewered and leaks ya fluids
into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it
Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead me to it