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feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off
on the radio and, you know Seein Turbo and them cats breakdancin on Electric Bugaloo And, you know, you seein graffiti over here and you seein breakdancin over there and
m so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but you're all just [wick wick] whack [Keith Murray] It ain't R&B muh'fuckers, it's a rap [Obie Trice] Real name,
j-o-b I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p Mister Mosely get the b-a-t Dont copy this here cause I done d-i-d It could get h-e-c-t-i-c f-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e Y'all
: [Q.S.R.] Quasar, and MJB's crazy, Loco It's 2-0-0-0 Even they don't know It don't show Women they wanna grind in my path Find a fo' do' It's only
nigga [LW] Bird.. man [B] I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga [LW] Bird.. man, J-R, ya know [B] You feel me
really don't care yea yea Next stop in the court on Damon toast Stouda and my homeboy J.R. Rider Minnesota Timberwolves, we cut 'em down Hakeem Olajuwon and
the gat and cock it and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
with the weapons and hoodies Listen we don't pay admission and bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't
no stoppin', can't stop, won't stop Aint no stoppin', can't stop, won't stop, no Girl you and I know that it's time that we Put everything aside and
God, naw I ain't got nothin' to prove Ain't gotta carry the two, see my daddy told me bury them fools And remember this rule, don't fuck with niggas that ain't
They shoulda been done came I think they scared of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B
R&B and rap, ay you should come through" She said, "Uh, I love to, except I don't like rap Besides, if I went with you, then I don't really think my
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
't ridin' (ye ain't ridin') Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin' Ye ain't sayin' nothing homie Ye ain't fresh azimiz Ye ain't got it (ye ain't got it) You
like we was from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith 'Cause who didn?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and
