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ladies and gentlemen, you now rockin’ with the best
jersey city, stand up
patterson, stand up
off top, just blaze

hold up n-gg-, slow up n-gg-
don’t start a war unless your dough’s up, n-gg-
know what n-gg-? joe’s up n-gg-
y’all shouldn’t cry about it, grow up n-gg-
guess what y’all? i know magic
i could make your pulse disappear and no hat trick

death threats, it ain’t phase me
when i bring the t mac through the rucker y’all, it ain’t tracy
sewed up n-gg-, low cut n-gg-
so keep talkin’ bout your wrists froze up n-gg-
you might see thirty whips roll up n-gg-

we be at the p-wn shop givin’ your rol’ up n-gg-
just wanted to make that known, you seen new jersey drive
round here, leave that maybach home
before we tick that homes, we be on y’all jerks
you’ll find out the hard way if your on star works, ’cause

i don’t need a reason to bust my guns
so don’t give me reason to bust my guns
you might be the reason i bust my gun
i don’t need a reason to bust my guns
so don’t give me reason to bust my guns
you might be the reason i bust my gun

’til my day’s up n-gg-, stay up n-gg-
play tony montana, get your face cut n-gg-
that goes out to all of you play thug n-gg-z
how you want it, long nose or the trey snub n-gg-?

return and die dog, if i start clappin’ in your crib
nah i ain’t tryin’ to turn the lights off
trapped on the chain, got the jewels and cape
be like jared, subways made him lose his weight, but look
i’m bout gettin’ money for all races
only oldie but goodie i know is small faces

wait, make sure you heard right, woulda been put the hit out
but i ain’t tryin’ to get my third strike
lace up n-gg-, say what n-gg-?
your maybelline raps that you make up n-gg-
wake up n-gg-, stakes up n-gg-
for all my locked down and my cased up n-gg-z, ’cause

who’s that n-gg-? new cat n-gg-
don’t disrespect, don’t do that n-gg-
hate to hear the sound of the tool clap n-gg-
dual strap n-gg- when i do black n-gg-z

first hand with a three eighty kickback
brains on your lap dog, babysit that
look, it’s my turf, get up off the stoop now
i’m omar epps, who got the juice now?
street love n-gg-, g’s up n-gg-
you lookin’ for a loan on your re up n-gg-

haters might wanna put hollows in ya
when you’re young black spendin’ like a lotto winner y’know
i’m grown up now, i’m done with jake
when i say pounds y’all i’m talkin’ bout london cake
i can serve it to you uncut or somethin’ baked
hope you ready for me folks, ’cause i’m comin’ your way, ’cause

- joe budden

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