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    DJ Clue (Jay-Z)
    New Shit
    (Uh, huh, check it out now)
    Road Dawgs
    Amil, Eve, Da Brat
    (Amillion, E-V-E)
    Jay-Z
    (First Lady)
    (Check it out, uh yo)
    (Don't watch me nigga watch my bitches)
    Ha ha
    (Uh, huh)
    (Uh huh, uh huh)
    (Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella that's the clique)
    (Nigga don't watch me better watch my bitches)

    [Eve]
    I stay sick wit
    Each ??? flow like liquid shit
    Harder than the dick get
    Nigga flew his whole clan just to get wit
    One touch nigga fiend for the clit lick
    Don't leave'em nothing but a quick fix
    Me and money makers be the first pick and
    Do the dirt quick and
    Sexy thug keep get me warm make my toes twitch
    Only fuck wit the raw you should know this
    Ruff Ryde, but you scared of the stallion
    Scheme for cream, me and Amillion
    Carry rockets in my pockets, better step back
    Put holes in ya back you can bet that, hustle for the dollar
    Eve, like to cut you, make you holler
    Play cuts for bucks and watch'em pile up
    You want more?
    See me in the drop top it's on
    Peach color pony head course
    Player instinct, learned from my dogs
    Save ya money baby I'ma take you to the mall
    And I buy you something small
    Maybe something negligen
    Cartier, came fast in small things
    What I need to survive is a peace of the pie, feel me
    E-V-E, capitalize
    Taking the shit, making it mine
    Big niggas in the game that'll let us find
    Put me up against anybody I shine
    Taking my time for this line for line
    Mad chart thugs wit yours crime for crime
    Real bitches keeping it raw, about time

    Chorus: 2xs
    [Jay-Z] (Amil)
    Where my hoes in this house who
    Hold they niggas down who
    Roll hard, y'all my road dawgs
    (Hey)
    Where my ladies in this place who
    Hold they niggas space when
    He locked up, throw ya baby glocks up
    (Owh)

    [Amil]
    Crush shit
    Before I even touch shit
    Wit the princess cuts and shit
    My niggas, Roc-a-Love for me
    Haters, make you think you can fuck wit me
    This rap shit is like drugs to me
    Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me
    All Money Is Legal
    Roca y'all know how we do
    First class, all stretch out
    Or, S-Class all sexed out
    Got the cash, let's be out
    Bitch gone only do joints wit the best out
    Most niggas can't handle me
    So I strictly fuck wit family
    Sports to death, ask Jigga
    Don't I only deal wit a high class nigga?
    It's a turn off if my cash bigger
    Don't blame me, blame my last nigga
    Mother fucker kept me laced from the feet up
    Started off wit a pair of V studs
    I be wifey no pre-nups
    Still ended up wit the SE what
    Windows down, seats back
    Can't catch me wit a sweet track
    Co-writers don't need that
    99 and I still ain't meet my match
    Feel me huh? New Your and Philly huh?
    the only ones that had a chance
    Was the ones wit the cash advance

    Chorus:

    [Da Brat]
    I tell 'em like this
    Ain't to many mother fuckers bad as me
    Bust at a nigga wit a rhyme or a nine wit a tragedy
    When it cause catastrophes, will actually cause you to bleed
    Fuck up anything you breathe, pass the weed
    If a nigga proceed to step outta line I'm a gradually
    Fill his anatomy wit bullet holes in his behind
    I happen to be the type of bitch
    Get a grudge I don't budge and shit
    And look at what I did in life as a kid
    Wit thugs and pents
    Now I got the knowledge of a college mother fucker
    Wit a scholarship
    At any degree my temperature get, boiling hot to freezing
    When I release you can see the reason, I'm so cold
    Niggas continuously rolling me beats to choke on
    Try-na get a smoke on
    High, cause I have to get it
    When you can never seeing me coming the Devils Advocate
    Material hoe, keeping niggas dropping they draws
    And fiending for more
    Surrounded wit, diamonds around the wrist
    Cruise the town in my six, bruising them every time I hit
    And I ain't try-na quit
    If I do, you can never find another to fill my shoes
    I prove you can't duplicate this
    Attempt to and lose
    This little nigga been rocking the basement since I was about two
    Pick up the pace quick, why worry about a replacement?
    When I stepped in came wit my feet in the pavement
    Leave niggas in amazement
    And guess what the ingravement say?
    Capital B-R-A-T was here and got paid all year
    In a major way, fuck what the haters, fuck the tabloids
    I spit on niggas, who try to steal my joy

    Chorus

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