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"Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!

                    [Intro]



                      Yo Scram you did your thing wit this one



                      Shit! We're sounding real ignorant man (we are?! huh!)



                      MH! How it go, huh huh (no no no)



                      Jeah! it's one of what?! one of what?!



                      One of wah wah wah, it's one of who?! one of who?!



                      Hah hah.. yo yo

                    [Verse]



                      Now all my gangstas and my hustlers stacking bucks get up



                      My trainees in West Indies in the cut get up!



                      Lick off a shot if you're bumping wit Jae Millz



                      And if the bouncer be like 'chill', tell em (no no no)



                      Those dudes lame, we ain't the same as them



                      My crew move, all shots our style like BIGs, Wayne and them



                      But if them boys catch me slipping, I ain't naming them



                      They ask for info, I'm like (no no no)



                      My homeboys got bad tempers, and there's no controlling them



                      So if you say you holding them, you better be unloading them



                      Cause I'll have your Reverend standing up at your podium



                      Your momma falling over him like (no no no)



                      Plus recently I been watching a lot of cats



                      Cause this game got me prepared for all types of acts



                      I know you cats wanna see me laid flat



                      That's why when you reach for daps I'm like (no no no)

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                    "Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!

                    Yeah! Ya know man? I'm just chilling though



                      I'm just chilling, I know y'all hate me man



                      I know y'all don't love me (rude bwoy!)



                      For my peoples, this for my peoples, MH! (no no no)

                    [Verse]



                      Yo in school I was a rude boy



                      Now I move around wit respect of rude bwoys



                      Murderers and crude boys; So be cool boy



                      Matter a fact, click clak, don't move boy! (no no no)



                      My mens clap shit that sound like bombs when they blast off



                      Pussy, you will have your thoughts on your dashboard



                      Be careful brother you might get just what you asked for



                      And I ain't talking rap dawg (no no no)



                      Mi pesos short, no time for rhyming wars



                      You talking bars, I'm talking more like Saddam and George



                      Stop all the hatred, cause once you see that thang



                      Only thing you gon say is (no no no)



                      You niggaz basic, I'm nothing to play wit



                      Aim at your grill, I'm not trying to graze it



                      So before you think about coming at me



                      Think about what the track say (no no no)

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                    "Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!

                     I'm having a lot of fun man



  I see the haters though



  I told ya y'all make me work harder man



  This for my peoples, this is for my peoples, MH! (no no no)

                    [Verse]



                      Yo I got a Jamaican broad named Candi



                      That roll blunts of chocolate bigger than the Marley Family



                      She even sleep wit a desy, she like Shakira and "Belly"



                      So fucking wit her, that's a (no no no)



                      Fam, don't try that punk shit, cause you'll get jumped quick



                      Dumb clips will get dumped quick where ya lunch went



                      Screw where ya from prick and who ya run wit



                      Trust me it ain't worth it fam (no no no)



                      I'm not the one for caring bout what you wearin



                      Badi Boy, me play no games, I'll run up on you for starin



                      And when it's on and you want somebody to help you



                      Only thing they gon tell you is (no no no)



                      Even chicks will let you know, "no not him"



                    "Anybody else but his crew, no not them"



                      You better ask around 'fore you get batted down



                      Bitch the platinum pound will spin your Maybach around

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                    "Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!

                     Yo Scram this is a go



  I mean I'm having a lot of fun man



  This is so much fun to me (rude bwoy!)



  It's Fado! E! Noch! Tone! Timb!



  This for my peoples, this is for my peoples, MH! (no no no)



                    

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                    "Jeah jeah, j-j-jeah jeah jeah jeah jeah!

                    [Outro]



                      I'm having fun man



                      Scram we got em, this is so sick



                      So much fun, look at they faces!



                      It's one of what? it's one of who?