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(feat. Puff Daddy) [Constant Cheering throughout the song] Yeah This goes out to all my BK Niggaz, You Know what I'm sayin' All my loungin' niggaz, You know what I'm sayin' 9-8 Nigga, This is how I do Spark your weed, Sit back relax Cuz I'm gonna take you back Take yo stack, For all ya'll that thought it was wack Here is a blast from the past, spittin' weight for the cake I heard the streets can't wait, It's time to get up Heard DJ Clue's tape, and how I lit it up And how I split it up, B-K style From Brownsville to Baseda, We Stay wild Got John Blaze Shit, Bombay Shit Shit that my brother makes in the basement Face it, I'm hot, All jokes aside Last July, I'm the one that stole your ride So broke, I, can't buy a bottle of Crys Always pay, my name is never on the list Madd cold, for standin' in lines and shit Once I. get inside I'm doin' crimes and shit Takin' tips off the bar, and I'm stealin' a drink Getchur Honey near her car, and I'm stealin' her mink Letras de cancionesPut me on Broadway, I'm guaranteed to shine Battle any rapper nigger, or MC that rhyme Cuz It be that time, the real must be revealed I shook the world like Mohamad, I burn like a comet Deep impact, for the summer beach For cats with fat stacks in they hummer jeeps Yeah, 9-8 nigga, How I do The Madd Rapper, Brooklyn style I thought ya'll niggaz new How we do I gotta my nigga fierce Dee-Lee Baby How I Do, No Doubt Comin' Hard Cut throats Yeah boy From Letras Mania