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| [Intro: Nelly] Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice [Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo.. Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot" Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder murder murder, kill kill We did that back when I was born, Bill Bill But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math I rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-half I be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in work I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church My Derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June We at the party mackin, even throw a bitch in the room Mnage--trois, Murph' is {?}, me and Law Cause we the baddest muh'fuckers that you seen thus far, so [Chorus 2X: Ali] Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down) Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin wreckless right now (right now) And we know you ain't built for that (nope) [City Spud] Look, learn, listen, check it Start your cars up, trick your broads out Pump your hard up, homie now put your guard up You throw that one-two but, look how I jab you No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to You was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a lot of barkin But your bite was nothin, guess you mighta been frontin Yo ain't no mic to it, City see right through it I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt{?} Don't, test me though, homie I might do it Check my track record, the feelin go right to it It was easy for me, I was born to win You was born to hate me, you should be born again You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them No slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n them [Kyjuan] You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't fuckin with Ky' You see I stays real high, but I be's low-key I'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know me You know what? (What?) Why shouldn't y'all hate? Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great And these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so late I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a waste My lady is so happy, yours masturbates You wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lake The way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all pay But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point The muh'fuckin point is keep my name out your mouth Unless you sayin how we repped the Lou, since we came out We've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out You don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out [Chorus] [Murphy Lee] Murphy Lee God-body (like) take shit from nobody (nope) Nelly bought it for me so that's my Maserati (yup) Y'all know about me, I'm so far from sloppy (dirty) You not a female nigga, so how can you top me? My style can't be copied people trust me (trust me) Even though you look like me, your flow musty (musty) That means you stinkin, what you think's extinct Been gone too long to even dig up the bones I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I'm hot) All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit Thinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then Gave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friends Lunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh [Chorus] [Nelly] Uh, tell you somethin... You should see their faces when I walk in the facility Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me? You're killin me but really B, you ain't on my radar Always used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed par I ain't no killer lil' silly nigga but they are You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car My dcor, might be Levi's and a A-R 15 G's in my pocket just to play cards So meet me in the casino, way in the back Me and her fleein the scene, away in the 'Llac She say she feelin her bean, a green of a stack She say she like it obscene, I'm way in the knack{?} In fact, you niggaz ain't like me, you salty (nah) Me, I'm like pepper cause I spice shit up The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up You better chill [Chorus] |
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