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Ooh, aah Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh Ooh, aah Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh Ooh, aah Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh Ooh, aah Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh Ooh, aah Uh-huh, uh-huh, huh Ooh, aah Check it out This is how I want to spit it, I bullshitted in the 80s (forbid) (uh-huh) I had to get my mind up off the ladies Like these worldly things, a baby beam and shiny rings See, this is how we do things when you're fucking with the kings (uh-huh) of the streets New York is all respected but still we keep it hectic In places where we be wrecking, where we from, Timbaland (VA) See that's my man so understand these things Three niggas thinking about cream Me and Magoo, you all realize we roll with CRU (huh) All respect too, that's why your girl ain't loving you We peep the card in the steel We even got the keys to the bed where you rest (uh-huh) Your life is based on stress So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the last dance It's easy past, when I'm running with your lady Ask your boys, I'm pushing your Mercedes, so, what nigga? Writing rhymes is all that they want to do (uh-huh, huh, uh-huh, huh, huh) They don't gotta do anything else (they don't gotta do anything else) Uh-huh, what? Huh, what? Huh (say what, say what, say what?) If writing rhymes is all that they want to do (that they want to do) They don't gotta do anything else (they don't gotta do what?) {Yeah} They ain't gotta nothing else y'all, check it Dick 'em, court VD, now I'm sick with them Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit with 'em Kick 'em, nigga when your down, look I got to getcha Get away with the crime, that's the wrong picture I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone (what?) H-I with no V, but I stay full-blown Hah yeah, yo, put nick out the door You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow Get on your knees like a dog and scratch yah fleas Somebody on the phone want to talk to your boobies But I got my life and Mary what's the 411 Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you best get fucking run Get out the way 'cause my recitals suicidal I'm the rebel when I yell, you all know, ask Billy Idol Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and you a bitch (uh-huh) Me die for you, girl, go dick your own bitch (what?) Writing rhymes is all that they want to do (uh, say what?) uh-huh, uh-huh They don't gotta do anything else (they don't gotta do) Uh-huh, what? Huh, what? Huh (they don't gotta do anything else, baby, say what?) If writing rhymes is all that they want to do (uh-huh, uh-huh) uh-huh, uh-huh (uh-huh) They don't gotta do anything else (check it out, check it out) uh-huh, uh-huh, say what? Say it one more time, say it one more time (say what, say what? Uh) If writing rhymes is all that they want to do (uh-huh, huh, uh-huh) (what?) They don't gotta do anything else (they don't gotta do anything else) Uh-huh, what? Huh, what? Huh (say what? Baby, what?) If writing rhymes is all that they want to do, uh-huh, uh-huh (uh-huh, uh-huh, what?) They don't gotta do anything else (they don't gotta do what?) Uh-huh, uh-huh, say what? (Check it out, baby, talk to me) Hear this beat It's done by me I do them ill beats, yah know what I'm saying? People always try to bite me yo But they can't bite this one Huh, they might try but you know what You got to pay a sampling fee if you want to bite me, huh What? Like that Uh, like that Uh, it's the beat, uh, like that Ginuwine, uh, like that, uh Aaliyah, uh, like that, uh Playa, uh, like that, uh Big Rob, uh, like that, uh Big E, uh, like that, uh Of course, my man M-A-G-O-O and me Timbaland Jimmy D, we out for 97E Can't forget my man Elliot Only one Check it out, baby The fight just begun, we out
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