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    [Lil' Wayne:]
    Target practice, baby
    Only thing is
    I'm not the shooter
    I'm the bullet bitch

    [Kanye West:]
    They say your attitude determines your latitude,
    I'm high as a motherfucker, fly as a motherfucker
    And still the motherfucker you love to hate
    But can't because you love what I make
    Now ain't that about a bitch and I'ma talk shit until I'm outta hits
    They don't wanna turn they speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough
    All that talkin I feed off of, keep it up
    I'm relaxin, my feet is upli
    I'm leavin you haters, like when shaq left the lakers,
    Just to heat it up
    I saved the stats and stunt, I don't need to front
    Make black history every day, I don't need a month
    The survey says by the streets according
    Kanye just as important as michael jordan
    Was to the NBA, when he was scoring
    Ralph lauren was borin before I wore him and

    [Chorus:]
    You ain't never gotta ask again,
    How we got the world to listen
    It ain't easy to pretend,
    I know you lost your cool
    And you decided how to love again
    We can't stop it's just the beginning
    You ain't never gotta ask again
    Baby this is what we do

    [Lil' Wayne:]
    Yeah, what you want
    And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
    Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
    I aim at the moon, and get ma howl on
    Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry cush
    And when it comes to that paper, I stack books
    Yeah, you heard what i said
    I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
    Life aint cheap
    You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
    Shoutout ma nigga fee
    See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key
    You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
    Its about money, it's bigger than me
    I told ma homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me, yeah
    Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitman
    Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again

    [Chorus:]
    You ain't never gotta ask again,
    How we got the world to listen
    It ain't easy to pretend,
    I know you lost your cool
    And decided how to love again
    We can't stop it's just the beginning
    You ain't never gotta ask again
    Baby this is what we do

    [T.I.:]
    Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
    When they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
    No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
    But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
    It's a given, and it ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
    It's more because of what I do and how I'm livin
    Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
    And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
    Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
    Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
    So say what you want, and do what you please
    But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
    I run a record label and a crew of G's
    So, niggas'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
    or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
    And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

    [Chorus:]
    You ain't never gotta ask again,
    How we got the world to listen
    It ain't been easy to pretend,
    I know you lost your cool
    And decided how to love again
    We can't stop it's just the beginning
    You ain't never gotta ask again
    Baby this is what we do

    [Jay- Z:]
    They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight,
    And two wrongs don't make a right
    But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
    At what point does one fight? Good question right
    'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it
    Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
    Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
    When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
    When your options is none and the pen is all you have
    On the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave
    Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
    But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
    Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
    Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
    Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up
    (Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up)

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