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(feat. Tim Dog) [Tim Dog] Yo, I got somethin for you rat bastards Woo! Uhh, yeah Fuck y'all niggaz know... y'all want it? Y'all really want it?! Let's go We gon' bring it to y'all motherfuckers We gon' bring it straight to y'all motherfuckers! I got my motherfuckin nigga, Marc Clayborne Get 'em nigga, get 'em! [Marc Live] Now who's down to step up? Aiyyo the plate is small I'm Roger Clemens see I'm strikin you all (STRIKE!) It's 3 and out, I'm peelin out (let's go) In that quarter to eighth, aiyyo don't be late Cause the ship ain't waitin and the clock ain't stoppin (speak on it) Yo, the money and chicks is hot, see the grease is poppin Stand clear when my heat start cockin I seen a lot of new crews that think they movin somethin I stop men, yo my groove keeps rockin I keep it stacked up, my cabinet's full Listen, aiyyo my G's keep stockin Yo what it look like, it's so ugly It sound grimy, yo the hood is behind me Letras de cancionesNow you remind me of a copy dude Listen, I'm in a sloppy mood With a flow so rude, and yo it's gutter too Surface to air missile blow off your rudders too And your label change they get snatched up (gimme that) T3 I come back extra macked up [Chorus: x2] Checkin the dough, checkin the flow Checkin the dough, checkin the flow Checkin the dough, checkin the flow ... is what we doin [over Chorus: Tim Dog] Yeah niggaz, ha - what you think about it? What y'all niggaz think about that? What y'all niggaz think about that?! Now I got a nigga right now You gotta take mushrooms and drink Clorox to fuck with this nigga! And you STILL can't hang with him Aiyyo, aiyyo, yo John Yo John Clayborne, what the deal? [Kool Keith] You order the T-bone well done I go left, take fine chicks we met at Saks Fifth Avenue to Pizza Hut son Let 'em sport the diamonds and carry they expensive luggage Vanilla shake with the fly weave Don't get mad at me I'm paying for the quarter pounder, extra cheese Six speeds, you didn't make it to Justin's, a model with problems Frontin in the rented Benz eatin Chicken McNuggets You're toy soldiers with Allen Iverson afros Movin strings attached to your buttcrack like puppets I laugh at the throwbacks, advance spend your ducats Like Donny I'm Osborne I'm Wizard, you "Oz" worn You think you mackin, who you think they put Tosh on? The pit is tight, you mosh on Spit 'til you turn bitter, talk 'til you turn litter Garbage dispose, little crowd think I'm the Black Crowes You know like cocaine I'm strong goin up your nose I look at chicks and I tax hoes [Chorus] without the very first line [over Chorus: Tim Dog] Yeah, so what we gon' do right now We gon' bring the third motherfucker of the clique, the Clayborne Family He go by the name of Shawn Clayborne Ha, keep it dust nigga Let 'em know [Jacky Jasper] No mercy, have no mercy, I'm the worst B Certainly, the meek thirsty The fortunate meet, two brothers, that's family See you come know where you goin Cash I'm blowin cover your face hate showin Who I pimp and trick cash out of not your concern Who got clapped your paper I earn You slow motion I'm jet set you coastin Got a maitre'd voice, stop foolin Lips droolin, you I'm schoolin Think what you doin before movin They P plot do inequity to get me Fool can't stop me, fool can't test me 5-11, street smarts since seven Fuck the nun, jack the reverand, still make heaven [Chorus: w/ more Tim Dog ad libs] [Tim Dog] Run 'em down, run 'em down Mark Clayborne, John Clayborne, Shawn Clayborne You know? Guard your hoes From Letras Mania