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[Mr. 45]Yeh...are you....ready?What, wildout now, uh, yeh come on, whatI see you, you see me, whatRight here right now, uh, what4-5, El-Fudge, Joe Buddah what yeh[Verse 1]The best rap star, a.k.a mister RevolverOne verse from moi, ya whole game overRoll like Rangeover case over when this thug startTell it on moi, ya never been raised by proper starsFoolin' ya self tryna claim what's oursI'm international wid magical flows on national radioJay-Z approved it on Westwood showI'm blessed wid a ear for music, beautiful when I use itAbuse beats for the better the king of this eraAnybody'll tell ya, the four fifth's megaHonor celebrity flicks wid glamour kid etceteraCause I'm in the ghetto wid money, you don't rememberI put knots on the map, ya s'posed to show me loveWid grad fore ya get me, yeh I'm that chosen thugI spit on a track flowin' like skatin' on frozen bloodAmazin' when I roll a couple a spliffs support on teleVocabulary photogenic, vision me at the airport wid Morrisonsippin' on some cherry, dip overseas and I'm back in LondonLetras de cancionesThug receive hugs from shows at Ameraconda GardensV.I.P. suite partyin', I pass a blunt to TimbalandIntroduced to Missy Ellion, top shot I'm minglin'Peeps of the telly an', everybody jinglin', everybody merryin'[Hook]Yeh, what, uh, yehCome on, what, uh yeh(scracthin' and mixin')[Verse 2]I been around the world and back, and got nuttin' to show for itBy now, I thought I would've explode to bitsHuh, but it's been much harderI had to run farther away from the throne one accepts upon stardomLose ya self there, whether you believe it or don'tSpendin' nights breathin' in smoke, whether cheeba or dopeThen hot break it down to litres of cokeWalk through the crowd wid all intentions I'm leavin' wid hoesSeems like a nice way of livin', the stressful haveCause all them jealous cats, ready to test your assLet's not take it there, I remain coolLearnt how to handle them situations in grade schoolI paid dues, niggas know that, the name sound familiarFrom New York to London, when crews talk amongst usit's nothin' but good thingsNot only the bad stuff is what the hood bringsListen, cats is salivatin' plottin' on eatin' ya mealThe four fives carried in our dome keep it concealedRunnin' laps around tracks 'til we bleed from our heelsDisregardin' where we grow from we teamin' up still[Hook] (w/variations in mixing and scratching)We worldwide! From Letras Mania