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Aiyyo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets
Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'?

Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real, with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin' down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we swing

You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh

Al Pacino down to Nino Brown, Me Jay and Primo
Got it sewed across the board like Poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull

Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars

Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro
Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero
Crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond gleam high post like Hakeem

Got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens
I gotta keep my steam, niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin' dope for y'all to lean

Liaison for days on in, money make the world
Go around so I made songs to spin
Can I live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin' jig'

Can't do for dolo, had to turn away
When Tony killed Manolo that's real
Mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson

I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up
Shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up
I am two point two pounds you're barely

A hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck?

Bring it on if you think you can hang

Money is power, I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes

You suck pistol like pipe with the Cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin' in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin'?

Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin' dollars with the commas
Bangin' bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry Nada, fly farther

Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance

Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin' me
Steam a nigga schemin' on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Bring it on if you think
Aiyyo Jay word up, these motherfuckers   Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack   Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets   Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'?      Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker   For real, with no trace of AIDS   We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga      Aiyyo we pattin' down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar   Fuck a bitch D in the marked car   We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in Aspen   Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we swing      You cling we do our thing and bring   Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing   East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'   Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh      Al Pacino down to Nino Brown, Me Jay and Primo   Got it sewed across the board like Poquino   Teflon, make sure your jammy is full   'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull      Tropical leaves where I got a few keys   With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese   Said we was garbage, so fuck college   Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars      Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols   Just to see my shit, discharge puss   I drop the stellar, even acapella   I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella      Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang   Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang      Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang   Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang      Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro   Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero   Crime organized like the pharaoh   I cream, I diamond gleam high post like Hakeem      Got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens   I gotta keep my steam, niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans   Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene   In the meanwhile, here's somethin' dope for y'all to lean      Liaison for days on in, money make the world   Go around so I made songs to spin   Can I live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow   Like the Mississippi riv', lookin' jig'      Can't do for dolo, had to turn away   When Tony killed Manolo that's real   Mixed feelings like a mulatto   Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson      I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano   You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up   Shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up   I am two point two pounds you're barely      A hundred and twenty-five grams   Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money   Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish   Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck?      Bring it on if you think you can hang      Money is power, I'm into cheddick with facial credit   Pure platinum fetish for cheddars   Spread letters you move you're deadish   I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes      You suck pistol like pipe with the Cristal   John Stockton couldn't assist you   Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin' in the U.N.   So what the fuck you doin'?      Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished   Spankin' dollars with the commas   Bangin' bitches out the Bahamas   On hides of llama we cry Nada, fly farther      Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness manana   Absence of malice in my palace   Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous   Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance      Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin' me   Steam a nigga schemin' on the wrist action with the gleams   Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams   Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream      Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang   Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang      Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang   Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang   And if not then let me do my thang      Yeah, bring it on   Yeah, bring it on   Yeah, bring it on   Yeah, bring it on   Bring it on if you think
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