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if you can handle this
Shit, I can handle whatever
I need you to just bang out!
816 Boyz!

Here I come baby, the aureola mayne!
And the Hennessy
Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose

Timmmber
Hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
glad to say
Tech ain't need a track and turn me loose like J. Obama way
So you know I gotta do it like I'm spazzin'
I really get it crackin', never
you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
mute at entrance with nothing to draw from

There were the secrets
The big bang and the bigger joke
You seem to know all of them
And injustice makes
street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout
count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up
that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up
and Horsely broad

I provided the jump cables through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a track
I don't hold back, I spare no one
Swords
Is you ready? 
Back by popular demand
Murderous specialist tactics 
Wu Tang Clan  no rehearsal or practice 
Niggaz ain't ready for this
Niggaz
built that Challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
Lived a secret I should've kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
like this if you work it right and I do this well
How I do it is my secret and I refuse to tell
But I'll tell you I'm a big operator I know how to talk
built that Challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
Lived a secret I should've kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
check my history eventually you'll get told the same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own rules damned if I'mma change
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
hanging, Hanging by a thread

Come on, boys, roll in the big picture and hang it up in front of me
So I can just sit there and stare....maybe it'll come
you're running by, trip you up from behind 
My rhymes, confuse niggas 
Like somebody try to gang-bang 
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
Obama, P!

Uh, this that Brownsville bully rap
Hoodie rap, take a nigga chain, smoke the goodie track
Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor
Knowhatimsayin?
I feel you my nigga
Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
I'm diggin it
Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
Your race car driver

Come on baby, let's get on the road
Let's get on track
And I will grab the wheel like it was your hair I was pulling back
I'm gonna
track off-the-rack kind of a track 
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that 
You know where I'm at, there go the gat 
Pass me a bat,
that there boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek
Outkast bumpin' up