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[intro:]
good evening! (“dj whoo kid on hot97! “)
i’m glad you all could make it.
now please have a seat!
obey the rules!
hahaaaaa!

[chorus: {dj whoo kid}]
raise ya hand fore ya ask a question!
betta have ya weapon, cause homie cl-ss in session.
and i don’t tolerate – any rappers that are fake,
[police sirens]
you get kicked out my cl-ss, if ya make one mistake!
{young buck! } [gunshot]

[verse 1:]
we gon’ start with the haters. (ok!) – really that’s
what made us (yeeah!)
cause if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be this major.
(hahaaa!)
ya pay em back later! (what?) – or pay em no attention.
(yeah!)
get ya a good lawyer (heeeeey) – and pay em they
commission. (money!)
i know katrina victims (fo’ so’!) that wasn’t in the
storm (uh-uh!)
my projects is a prison, i’ve been here since i was
born. (yeeeeah!)
hoes runnin packs (hahaaaa!) n-gg-s is b-tches too
(heeey!)
he might didn’t tell on them but he might tell on you.
(d-mn!)
you should write what you do! (fo’ so’!)- or even what
you done. (do!)
the fake get a break but dying alone, run. (boom!)
{whooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
in the outcome! (what?) is a n-gg- like me! (hahaaaaa!)
i hold down the unit! i’m a mothaf-ckin’ g! – khaled!
[gunshot]

[chorus:]
raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (yeeeah!)
betta have ya weapon, cause homie cl-ss in session.
(c’mon!)
and i don’t tolerate – any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!)
you get kicked out my cl-ss, if ya make one mistake!
(heeeeeeey!) {g-unit radio! }

[bridge:]
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!)
ok, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!)
ok, now pull ya paper out!

[verse 2:]
we gon’ write a couple names on the chalkboard (on the
chalkboard!)
then tell the teacher what ya need to knock him off
for. (knock him off for!) (heeeey!)
i would invented the o-zone! (yeeeah!) but joe was
like: “hold on! ” (what?)
and bring buck something gon’ {god-… } go wrong!
(hahaaaaa!)
cowards go home! {d-mn! } – you ain’t even from miami,
hoe! (yeah!)
the south my house, b-tch! the bronx my family!
(whattup n-gg-s?)
buck with nba stars ’till they start gettin’ smart
and realize [police sirens] how much ya using up they
black card. (oh? no!)
we the best! (who?) we! – g-u-n-i-t! (yeeah!)
put me to kanye – and he won’t outsell me! (nooooo!)
but the outcome – is the n-gg- you see. (what else!)
i hold down the unit! – i’m a mothaf-ckin’ g! – joe!
[gunshot]

[chorus:]
raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (yeah!)
betta have ya weapon, cause homie cl-ss in session.
(c’mon!) (“dj whoo kid… “)
and i don’t tolerate – any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!) (“on hot97! “)
you get kicked out my cl-ss, if ya make one mistake!
(heeeeeeey!)

[bridge:]
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!) {can’t forget… }
ok, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
{haulynne! } [gunshot]
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!)
ok, now pull ya paper out! [shot] {d-mn! }

[verse 3:]
before the bell ring there’s something that i gotta do
(i gotta do!)
there’s nothin’ worser then a rapping prost-tute.
(yeeeeah!)
you know it’s hard to spot ’em! – but trust me the game
got ’em! (fo’ so’!)
his daddy’s stealing from him, he come to me with his
problem! (heeeeeey!) (nooooo!) {haha! }
some n-gg-s blowed up fore they growed up. (ok!)
they got some money and act like they don’t know us.
(ca$hville!)
so now you know what? – you ain’t gotta know buck!
(uh!)
you ain’t no man, n-gg- you ain’t got no nuts.
(heeeeeeeeeeeey!) {d-mn! }
uh-oh! – here we go! he standing by ja rule!
forgettin’ me and baby used to drop him off at school!
(hahaaaaa!)
i’m a leave you with’ this last line – and i’m out!
i’ve never even kissed my own son in the mouth! –
wayne!

[chorus:]
raise ya hand fore ya ask a question! (yeah!)
betta have ya weapon, cause homie cl-ss in session.
(c’mon!) {what? }
and i don’t tolerate – any rappers that are fake,
(naaaah!)
you get kicked out my cl-ss, if ya make one mistake!
(heeeeeeey!)

[bridge:]
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!) {can’t forget… }
ok, now pull ya paper out! (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah!)
{rhine stern! }
real n-gg-s! (real n-gg-s…) jack boys! (jack boy…)
dope dealers! (yeeah!)
ok, now pull ya paper out!

[outro:]
cl-ss is all f-cked up!
real n-gg-s do ya thing!
jack boys our boys, suckers!
dope dealers get that money! [gunshot] {d-mn! }
soon you got the mark…
make sure you do ya homework!
[? ]
hahaaaaaaaaaa! {whooooooooooooooooooooo
kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
young [gunshot] buck [gunshot] n-gg-!
you wanna see me, n-gg-?
i ain’t hard to find! [beat fades out]
holla at me n-gg-! [gunshot] [beat stops]

[outro:]
can’t forget… roger!

- young buck

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