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World Premier
Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri, M.O.P. & Q-Da Kid
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Yo, Q
I was sittin' on the block the other day, man
And some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin', and I'm lookin' back
She said, uh, "Jay Dee, I love those 20's on your car"
I said, "I beg your motherfuckin' pardon"
Them is Michael Jordan's, baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin' with
A young, fly, flashy, So So Def representer
The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
Uh, holla at 'em
Brooklyn's what I'm reppin'
Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
Ridin' shotgun with Jay Dee, I got So So connections
Low pros and the chrome glows
Homie, not to mention I got four homes that I own
I'm certified pimpin'
Cross my path, shots blast instant
Extort your ass, the kid got henchmen
The whole Brooklyn for instance
Red dot, ruthless, headshot stop you from thinkin'
A best seller's what I'm inkin'
Another Brooklyn classic straight acid, keep listenin'
Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin' 'em
Rims spin on sick vehicles, look, we killin' 'em
Mass in the gas, my adrenaline racin' fast
Switchin' four lanes with weight up in the stash
I'm livin' so, so better now
This So So cash is what I'm sittin' on
Blowin' up so, so fast
Yo, you really don't wanna get hit
Hot lead when I empty the clip
Drop dead if you poppin' your lip
Never knew enough about me to talk shit
You must've never met my clique
Everything we ever get on is sick
We throw a hell of a party, we rich
We cut it up with anybody we wish
And I'm the main one havin' a fit
Can't nobody do it like this
I got a gat by the side like I'm mad big
Stand on every side, so I need it with me
You feelin' the predator, So So Def
Rest assured we gettin' the money
Crushin' labels, there's no more left
Just fables, fictional characters
I stay away from those who embellish the truth and lie
I'm makin' the same shit you've been used to since Funk Da Five
Let your mind escape, you're late
Now kick it, enjoy the ride
Yeah, I'm rollin' on deuce-tres
Shoot all my tequila straight
Catch me at the bar with a bang
I might even buy you a little drank
We been choppin' paper for years
Ain't scared of you niggas out here
Some of y'all might think I disappeared
But every time I resurface, it's clear
What the hell, do we two of the illest spitters to be saluted?
I do whatever the fuck I wanna do and I do it
Like I did it when I done it, pussy
Real life kings is rhymin' with Biz
On prison with the kufi
Jot my lifestyle down, I'm between lines of a loose leaf
2003 M.O.P., nigga, you see
My fundamentals of a street life nigga
Come from the Hill, Chi-Toga left nothin' to fail, biatch
Warriors (Warriors), come out and play (Come out and play)
From the Darkside where we reside, we are from (BK)
We a whole different breed of men, you need to squeeze us in
We'll get in where we fit in like
Still rockin', what's poppin'? You still lookin' shooken
We a long way from the day when you overlooked Brooklyn
It's like lotto, duke, the way we represent it
You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
We God
Yeah, you see this shit, right?
You know what I'm sayin'? This So So Def, you dig?
This is a world premiere
Jay Dee, this is a world premiere, you dig?
Hahaha, yeah, and I'm Da Brat, yeah, check it
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