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    Yeah... hard body (hard body)
    Carter carter Carter yeah
    Lets go

    Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
    They can fuck with us if they want I bring 'em homicide
    Word to my momma I'm gonna continue bombin
    Til they gettin out the game it's like comin out of a coma
    I'm tryin... but I'm normal when this rap shit get borin
    All I ask is that you pray for me (Please)
    And the beat keep cryin and I'mma keep beatin her
    Fee I'm fuckin her I'm deep in her sleep in her
    And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
    I'm just hopin that he sends that elevator up
    I made enough I ain't meant shit
    So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!)
    Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished
    Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
    To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushin in
    Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
    Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
    Carter II tell me how is you gon stop a riot
    I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
    I'm in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
    Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
    I'm here muhfucker make room... BOOM!
    Young Tune the big kahuna
    It's my ocean baby y'all niggaz is tuna
    Better now than sooner junior
    Fly around ya city try and take another tune ya
    I ain't goin nowhere special I won't never leave
    Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave
    Game get rid of me? Not little me
    Man I got 'em I'mma get 'em B (I got 'em B)
    I'm hungry like I didn't eat
    I want it like I didn't see a mill before seventeen
    What the fuck you niggaz tellin me?
    You pups can't keep up with the pedigree
    Catch me where the weather be somewhere in the seventies
    Call myself settling palm trees Promethezine but whats new?
    Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop
    Get fucked so many times til it's fuck you (fuck em!)
    So how you wan' do it baby we can get it
    All you gotta do is say it and I'm wit it
    Money and murder you my nigga my jelly preserver
    I'mma ride baby til the judge give me a verdict yeah
    Hear me or heard me I get it and serve it
    Cuz everytime I did it I hit it and hurt it yeah
    Now I kill it the mission accomplished
    The niggaz abolished the bitches astonished
    Then they pay homage when did they find it but
    Now that they know it's a must I remind 'em so
    They don't forget it I underline it and
    I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin young'n
    I been through all that I done done what you sayin
    I put it down when the others was playin
    When the jungle was open I rolled in with the riders
    Stole food from the bears and bought it back to the lions
    Quote unquote with the eighth I'm a gorilla but lighter
    Wit the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter yeah
    Start 'em ignite 'em I walk through fire
    Watch the flames start multiplyin whoo! yeah
    Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga
    Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga
    I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga
    Shot ugly but my arch right come on dog bark bite
    Fork in the road I'm always goin right
    Nowadays knowin life ain't no more road lights
    We can't see but we gon make it to the finish line
    It's right there the goal line right behind the scrimmage line
    Touchdown check the scoreboard gimme mines
    Semi 9 fit me fine hit a nigga twenty times
    Damn then one more to the face (BOW!) just
    So they close the casket like I pay to close the case
    I'm made straight mafia shit front line
    Top rank ready to die for my shit and the obvious shit
    If I talk about my robbery they prolly get rich
    So fuck 'em I'mma let 'em sit
    And I ain't duckin cuz I'm right here I'm just enough
    I don't care who at the top of the stairs I'm steppin up
    See you fuckin up the money baby that ain't good business
    You startin to look like a witness and this is
    For the gangstas and the bitches the hustlers and the hoes
    Crossover whatever mainstream know
    Cuz Wayne thinks silent Wayne'll never fold
    You heard it right here if the game was ever told
    Lift up ya toes and look under a rug
    Trust me there's history under all that dust
    So deep down in the dirty there lies us (who?)
    Yeah Cash Money Records and I'm still up front
    Stunna pop a bottle baby peel us a blunt
    Lets eat and talk about all them niggaz we cut
    What? You know what? Lets not fuck up our lunch
    Thats real shit if you ever seen such
    Chuch

    Tha Mobb
    nigga

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