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You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
I lace with overdubs

Now wassup, if by some haphazard
You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rap master
Up in the slot where you used to rock
Your
year, huh?
My nigga Gutter, be	 Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
What you say baby?
You want to get down?

You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
unstainable 
I chew rocks 
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets 
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded 
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
unstainable 
I chew rocks 
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets 
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded 
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggas
All my niggas, my nigga Nicholas, my
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I
bipolar
Ya might see me wit my Italion stallion or my chola
Rap rock n rolla I'm dope as yola
If you don't pimp her, I might like ?
I'm ridin in a big boat
a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag of skunk

You got
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you
pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I
by, your back get a chill
Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills I spit like a semiautomatic to the grill
Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me,
bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real
What's the deal wit' ya'll want to be MC's when Ghost hit you
The struggle is official with this
you girl, c'mon wit it now
I want to rock your world
Get it, so get get it, get ready for this
C'mon!
Closer closer, ooooaaah ooooaaah!
All
Frankie Crocker or Lamarr Renee
'Cause both of them are radio DJ's
Otis Redding be sittin by the dock of the bay
I'm bound to wreck your body
you girl, c'mon wit it now
I want to rock your world
Get it, so get get it, get ready for this
C'mon!
Closer closer, ooooaaah ooooaaah!
All
My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate
Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake
Now we're the band wit the clan that rock every fan
Hit the hoop,
it

You don't stop, a rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, ah, hip-hop, ah, thanks a lot
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm
you girl, c'mon wit it now
I want to rock your world
Get it, so get get it, get ready for this
C'mon!
Closer closer, ooooaaah ooooaaah!
All
Sahdeeq fuck wit Shaabaam
You a quiet nigga why you even open ya mouth
You weak like baby arms don't know what that shit about
I'm ashin you out stick
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I
pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid
I