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Mathematics
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We gon' what? Collect, collect, nigga, and network
That's the part of the game
That's the part of the game (Asiatic) niggas never understood
About what the fuck we stand for
Know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna thank you, Mr. DJ (Mr. DJ)
For rockin' that joint for me (Rockin' that joint for me)
You gave me Ghostface, you gave me Method Man
On a Mathematic beat (Mathematic beat)
Yo, porcelain floors with a dog named Ginger
Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners then
Slide through your hood in hoods
Me, Cliff, Patrick, daddy Price and my man C. Woods
Holdin' a gorilla, two niggas gotta hold that shit
One shot and your man's on it
The little kids watch from down the block
Jewelry box, murder hop, six stash spots
Fake hit the man's spot
Spit at the statue of cash and throw dough at it
Fuck bitches raw wild 'cause I'm a pro at it
Big birds danglin', camera snap, splash
Then pop from every angle and two thousand marks came in it
Listen to the clap, real niggas clap
Bitch niggas clap, my bitches clap
If you love pussy, then y'all niggas clap
If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies clap
If you real fucked up, then y'all niggas clap
If you bare witness to Allah, y'all clap
A-yo, you see me on the big screen, y'all niggas clap
G's with a gangsta lean, y'all clap
Rim hats, sloppy automatic stack, clap
Big shit, thunder, get around that
I wanna thank you, Mr. DJ
For rockin' that joint for me
You gave me Ghostface, you gave me Method Man
On a Mathematic beat (Mathematic beat)
My hands are clappin', my body's swingin'
The beat is so funky
You gave me Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze, Mathematic
All in one, so rock it all night long
Clap your hands now, people, clap your hands
I drink 'til I'm drunk, smoke skunk
With my stinkin' ass motherfunk
Eekin' out the pores, cum stains, shitty drawers
Pissin' down your elevator shaft, no class
Writin' graf on your walls, envious, fuck your laws
Niggas my cause as we cause
No end to my game, it's a black thang
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game, applied it to the rap game, y'all
Copped quick, now, what artist is the hardest?
Get down with the syndrome retarded
I think they fuckin' swordsman
Placin' chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to the square, this ain't no Ya-hkoo affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us
Fuckin' a coal miner's daughter, that's y'all but not us
Listen to the clap, real niggas clap
Bitch niggas clap, my bitches clap
If you love pussy, then y'all niggas clap
If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies clap
If you real fucked up, then y'all niggas clap
If you bare witness to Allah, y'all clap
A-yo, you see me on the big screen, y'all niggas clap
G's with a gangsta lean, y'all clap
Rim hats, sloppy automatic stack, clap
Big shit, thunder, get around that
I wanna thank you, Mr. DJ
For rockin' that joint for me
You gave me Ghostface, you gave me Method Man
On a Mathematic beat (Mathematic beat)
My hands are clappin', my body's swingin'
The beat is so funky
You gave me Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze, Mathematic
All in one, so rock it all night long
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Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man
Mathematic beat
Check out Angie (That's me) on the vocals
Sing along with me
Hand clap, come on, come on
Hand clap, come on, come on
Hand clap, come on, come on
Hand clap, come on, come on
Hand clap, come on, come on
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