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JAY-Z:
no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta no where like da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and expect to be
paid back why da fk should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da fk is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like jerry hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same s**t except its legit
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got a twenty cart shorty better play dat s**t you owe me twenty baby better pay
dat s**t got twenty bag son better blaze dat s**t they said i wasn't seeing
twenty but i made dat s**t
GOTTI:
pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest outta life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour nigg* still aint safe i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da X like malcom puff
for now dunn east side represent wit tons of guns u keep it real where u from
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin fk em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em
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move wit da nigg* huh frum man chilla burge s**t word s**t i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird s**t killah not to be purterb with herb
s**t deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog s**t brog s**t
soon as you feel that sog s**t you be like oh s**t broke resort the
glass looking opposite the track as* whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat as* fker triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
fk weed cop coke cause da s**t cost more but say i floss to much but
when i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those girls like the
money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that s**ttin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that s**t now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin bout mittens
foreal snowballs
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