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I be like yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call

I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall

Got flow like the rappers in Great George

Got weed? I got blunt, My name Jamal



I pause, flick the ash from my L

I pause like Run and Jason Mizell

The emcee is me, host for the night

Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic



I choke a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct

Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque

I love trucks but drop-tops is the best

From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me



Ha ha, she like red so cool

Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu

Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes

Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it



Hop in my truck and roll up the window

Ayo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo

Ayo, ayo, ayo



Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

Ayo, ayo, ayo



Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall?

Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog

Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all

I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws



That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor

With ten per cent method, only plug somethin' poor

And still I keep it funky like four plus one more

Get this money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boy



It's a given, livin' this life it was written

Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing

Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition

Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and



Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde

If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride

Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine

And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime



Now hop in my truck and roll up the window

Ayo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo

Ayo, ayo, ayo



Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

Ayo, ayo, ayo



Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great

Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases

I network on MySpace real late

Hoping my apple make me another Bill Gates



Around my crib, look how I live

I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz

Anywhere I did a show women sayin' that I'm

So amazing



Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end

Another heist, another kite in the state pen

My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind

New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men



I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work

I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt

My aim one since day one stop

How many shots will it take to make son drop?



Hop in my truck and roll up the window

Ayo, you know what you in for

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo

Ayo, ayo, ayo



Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk

Ayo, ayo, ayo



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