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[Puffy]
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a
million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop

I bust six
out the roof of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup,
can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more
joints than me
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it,
shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker
down to the skit nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me
later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all
"O's"
I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes
Come on, you can even ask
Don Juan
It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Might have to change
my name to strong arm
You came to get money man?
That shit been long
gone, come on

[Shyne]
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas
Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone
Shyne poor, cuz
your dream come from one bottle
Prominent premier, premium bravo
Watch
him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
Shots in the spinal,
from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the
top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin'
You cowards
don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the
atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin'
Money
laundering, honies wondering
Who me? I reply casually
Come what God would
be if He was a straight G
Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we
ride

[Redman]
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell
rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is
cross-eyed
I left my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge
"All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all
small fries
(Yo, I'm from the projects)
Yo, but on the floor
tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide,
my name is
Since five, I talk jive
In church dressed in cordoroy
ties
Now I'm grown up and been married four times
Besides, I'm just a
sight for soar eyes
Brick city, known pop the door wide
Stolen Bonneville
in New York High

[G-Dep]
Reversin' the plot
Last come, first one
to rot, first in the glot
If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the
pot
And I be the person to watch
If your girl missin' the rock, purse and
a watch
Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts
Buy the cassette,
rewind it to death
Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget
How I rock
shit from N.Y. to Tibet
You got it to bet? That's just how you got into
debt
You lost when you nodded your neck
Through the vest, through the
chest that you tried to protect
Take the voice that you try to project,
check
Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz
I'm why you smell
herb in the crib
Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful
Indo
out-do, intro to outro

[Sauce Money]
I'm the hottest thing spittin'
so go warn your clique
Them niggas y'all look up to is on my dick
Sauce
motherfuckin' born to hit
I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some
shit
Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what
it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if it's he or she
I'm the virgin of hip
hop
Nobody fuckin' with me
I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry
sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn speakin', first one
leakin'
Always the Suzuki side kick nigga
Bitches don't cast stones down,
they throw bricks
Why I come through and tell 'em to blow dick
These
nigga's the nicest? No, go fish
Sauce, you da best motherfucker, no
shit

[Cee-Lo]
You're treated and competed, walk away from it
undefeated
Observe it from over there, ok
Ain't It obvious we
overheated
You talkin' that slick shit
But I jus' know that you meant
me
But evidently, you don't know
I get your ass gone permanently
It
ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a
drive-by on your project, take the traps
Come on and get some of our gun
craps
I'll straighten out the nigga now
When I snap, make your chest
cavity collapse
When I glide the entire map
With the frequent four alarm
fire, rap straight up
Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up
And nigga
when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
Look in my eyes, I'm not
scared
Sucka, you heard what I said
If you don't wanna get dead
No it
ain't no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rilla
The mo' scrilla the more
real-la, I live to rule

[Busta]
Don't hold me back, you bet
How
many nigga's think they fuckin' with mines
A nigga God blessed with such an
undeniable shine
I hope you know there's nothin' fresher
The manifester
apply the pressure
Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of
polyester
Now fix your fuckin' face up
Empty the chest of drawers before
I stretch your jaw
Everybody hit the fuckin' floor
Only the real mother
fuckers belong
I hope nigga's don't end the party before we finish the
song
(Bitch nigga)
You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the
past
When I used to pull spine outcho ass
Live nigga's go stack money,
continue to bill shit
Long as I'm in this fucker I'm determined to kill
shit
Zap nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips
Fuck with so
much dick in their ass it's shrinkin' her hen house
Hey yo, before you empty
your clip and pull at your trigger
Salute the legacy of these throroughly
recognized niggas