You know we hadda do a remix right?
Ho, ho, ho, ho
All you Young Gunnerz
Hey just, this the one right here baby
I told you dawg
It's B Sig in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B. Sig
'Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Scrap backwoods unravelin', scrap smoke good when we travelin'
Forget the Mac's 'cause the K's fit good in the Caravan
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
Scared to clap better strap your folks
Who want beef with State P, enemies try to speak to me
Negative they don't get that close
It's Free, listen, blow trees with Mac Mittens
No we didn't, yes we did
Switch beginnings, Smith and Wesson precision
Bring the broads down with ribbons, leave a mess in your crib
Not a brave nigga? Fuckin' with some made niggas
Hit him with the AK nigga, Free no you didn't, yes I did
Over payed shit? Wait a minute
When this fakin', snatch the cake up out his crib
Then slide, I'm like the baker with your pies
Then rise, set up shop and distribute where you live
It's Freeway in the place with my squad
And we got what it takes to dump the K, flip your ride
It's B Sig in the place with State P
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to Young Free
'Cause 50 shots still will turn the club out
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E
It's Nelly in the place with Murphy Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around herre
'Cause there's somethin' on my waste to make the whole place break
It's Murphy dun in the place with Nelly
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say to my face
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin' 'em
Twenty-one when I'm clubbin' it, fake ID for the fuck of it
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
Two toy carrier, two stashes
One truck that seats six asses
Twenty-Twos to confuse the masses
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
I used to drive my mama stuff
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the Bomb Pop truck
I make rappers go back to the block
They be like, "Maybe I was better off selling rocks"
I'm Murphy Lee in the place to be punk
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down
Finance a pay-down, heard what I said now?
See how I proceed with caution
My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Nut check, gut check, 'cause I say what I wanna
Around six in the six with the throwback
Sixers, number six Julius Irv'
Cris and the herb, make it hard to swerve
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
You couldn't hit while you was makin' a turn
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin' a comeback
I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact
Like K, now one here even said your name
R, you really feelin' guilty 'bout somethin' man
S, sad to see you really just want just
One more hit please please
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
No we ain't system call this mic invention
Snitchin'? Matter fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Nelly cookin' with too many dimensions
Mid west, and we aim about mid chest
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
It's Nelly in the place with Murphy Lee
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right, yeah
You better watch what you say around herre
'Cause there's somethin' on my waste to make the whole place break
It's Freeway in the place with State P
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yeah
Still watch what you say to B Sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D-E
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga [Incomprehensible] yo-self
All a y'all need to one yo self
Go get the burner nigga [Incomprehensible] yo-self
Yeah, yeah
It's the, it's the Roc nigga
Ho, ho, ho, ho
And another one
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