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an hour ago But we still in this bitch I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa! Guess who's bizack? The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
Yo, it is an honor To introduce the future of R&B His name, is chris brown, uh And uh, you know what this is Yeah Another B. Cox joint, uh
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please have some snow and mistletoe And presents by the tree
uhh uhh Bitch! uhh bitch! uhh uhh Ride, yeah, that's crazy E Mr. New York Knicks, B. Daltry Violators, "rock the bells" T rhone, get money,
no conscience Gwaan Buju B. teach them like a reverend [Chorus] Over the north and south and the east and the west Gal them confess that
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa! Guess who's bizack? The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
can feel dis Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
the ice B. I'm pricrless. The iciest And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump And baby I
untouched by the man Songs we used to sing used to mean something Now they just bland like the drummer Where's the real drummer? Michael B. Mint
hulk y'all niggas fuckin with the best y'all Never should of put my rhymes with KLC, Craig B., Mo B. Dick, swamp nigga gold Getter mista killa drug deala
M. J. B. Uh yea, now girl step up to Kiss You sippin' red zyphandile, step up to crys The coupe got 19's, the chain's got nice gleam Girlfriend,
requests to make? The everlasting now The everlasting now The everlasting now Johnny, B. Well and bring the beat From this day forward 'til times
Akon and B. I.G. yeah Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin'
a days We livin' like some G's Chorus Peaches (Mo B. Dick): TRU niggas livin' like some hustlers hustlers TRU niggas livin' like some G's
on NBC With Herb and Suge or Pistol Pete or World B. Free givin dap to me Givin up my dues with converse shoes And tellin all the kids to stay in
you know about the Don Corleone I'm-a survive and thank God for Lil' Spanky B. and Bone [Chorus]: Kurupt,(Snoop),
I mean this; you seen this Blue steel fo'fo'; the caliber - Excalibur I'm a destroy my next challenger B. Rob, high post emcee Quick to spray Raid
[Featuring Mia X Mo B. Dick] Chorus (2x): You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got Master P: I
gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break
on the mic and Eric B. is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow Especially when the music's goin' slow It gives me a chance to let
But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us Stetsasonic, they're
on the mic and Eric B. is on the cut For those that know me, indeed I like to flow Especially when the music's goin' slow It gives me a chance to let
gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break
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