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Yeah, I'm up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca / Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments / Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

I like the way you walkin' if you walkin' my way / I'm that red bull, now let's fly away / Let's buy a place with all kinds of space / I'll let you be the judge and I'm the case

'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed / Deep in the jeans she's wearing / I'm hooked and I can't stop staring

You look good, baby must taste heavenly / I'm pretty sure that you got your own recipe / So pick it up, pick it up, yeah I like you / I just can't get enough I got to drive through

Hear them haters talk but there's nothing you can tell 'em / Just made a million, got another million on my schedule

Baby you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes / And you keep it real while them others stay plastic

And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?" / 'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death / I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left

So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover / Shawty was hot like a toaster / Sorry but I had to fold her / Like a pornography poster / She showed her

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit / Big dope dealer money he was gettin' some coins

X-Men comics you know I collect 'em / The pens in my pocket I must protect 'em / My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored

It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding / He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"

She was supposed to buy shorty TYCO with your money / She went to the doctor got lipo with your money / She walking around looking like Michael with your money

And I'm still in the murder business / I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics