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    (feat. Killer Mike, Jay-Z)

    [Big Boi] Yeah.. ATLiens style on y'all ass
    [K. Mike] DO OR DIE, AQUEMINI
    [K. Mike] Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration - holla!
    [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be
    [Y. Hova] Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
    [Y. Hova] Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
    [Y. Hova] I brought (holla) the whole hood with me
    [Big Boi] You got red dirt in your afro
    [Y. Hova] Young Hov' in the place to be (yeah)
    [Y. Hova] OutKast in the place to be (yeah)

    [Verse One: Big Boi]
    Did you ever think that you would be the nigga on the block
    Didn't have to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock
    A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
    Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
    Just because my tone is darker than yours, a little tanner
    You never took the time out, examine yourself boi
    .. are you black, white, asian?
    Indonesian, or Borean - that's black and Korean
    We on the same team if we breathin
    I jumped off the subject to see if you was seein
    that we drop a little science off in every verse
    They put that P.A. sticker on it cause they scared we gon' curse
    But the knowledge is the power, the cowards get devoured
    Any hour, any cipher, any way to any height
    Because I might just SNAP on a FUCK-ass nigga
    Might clap a cap at a sucka-ass nigga
    In the meantime, Daddy Fatsacks gon' chill out
    He might just, pull out his pistol
    and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
    Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder
    than the park bench to start this
    Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
    All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
    Ain't no uno, we a duo; deuce dos to a pair
    A player stiffen the competition
    Pressed like Levi's and toughskins, one minus one
    Negative one minus negative one is nothin
    Bustin d-boy raps and player poems
    The 'Kast shit ain't plastic, we smash it and move the crowd
    And rock the crowd original material while you bore 'em
    Your live show consists of everybody's shit but you're-uns
    Do your own shit! In your live show (bitin ass nigga)

    [Chorus: Jay-Z - repeat 2X]
    Young Hov' in the place to be
    Big Boi in the place to be (Young)
    Andre 3000 (cash) shout out to public housin (bitch)
    I brought (holla) the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)

    [Verse Two: Big Boi]
    Penelope Ann Cruz couldn't snooze
    with her +Eyes Wide Shut+, before I asked to hit her gut
    If you brunette, +Legally Blonde+ I might respond
    Take you to +Swan Lake+ and beyond
    Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clap on
    I switch the flow so quick you cannot fa-thom
    I take a submarine two thousand leagues below the sea
    and try to grab one line or sentence
    Rhyme repentance, find the illest lyricist
    And give him a clean bill of health
    Wealth might make you look good but you sound like shit
    And your team lookin shitty to death

    [Verse Three: Killer Mike]
    My nigga Big Boi said, watch 'em as they gawk and they gander
    You can follow or lead like Commander Picard
    You can have +The Whole World+
    Or be satisfied with the boulevard, overstand
    this young player's rhyme
    I foregoed the crime and I focused on rhyme
    Focused on every word, and line
    Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
    I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
    the epitome of raw rhyme
    Got signed, got serious about the craft
    of raw rhyme and I got mine - Aquemini's
    murderous monster move minds
    Did it so hard that it oughta be a crime
    When you see I'm comin holla one-time, holla one-time
    When you see I'm comin holla one-time (one-time)

    [Chorus]

    [Interlude]
    Don't, you, like, to groove
    In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweatshoes
    To run yo' tennis shoes
    Don't, it, matter to you
    That OutKast we got that slump for y'all
    Keep that funk for y'all

    [Verse Four: Jay-Z]
    When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
    At the interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
    And I, fix it up like gin and juice when I'm them interviews
    dudes wanna know what he copped
    And where you got that, and how could they buy that
    Where the million dollar watch at, stop that!
    Why that, why this, niggaz wanna hijack the flyness
    I'm on a whole 'nother plane
    A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin
    Understand what I'm sayin
    Hov' and OutKast, whatchu think about that?
    Really don't matter though what you niggaz chatter though
    Anybody get out of line then you trust
    that the mac'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap, got you killed for that alone
    Back on the shit, back on the strip
    Another hit I'm not gon' miss

    [Interlude]

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