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[Verse 1: T.I.] Bitches kissin’ and huggin’, niggas trippin’ and buggin’ You watch your mind, I’m on my grind And I ain’t quittin’ for nothin’ Tell your mothers and uncles Brothers, sisters, and cousins My flow so nasty, deranged That nigga T.I.P is disgusting Gotta grip on the game Quit your pullin’ and tuggin’ Cause I ain’t clinically sane I go to pushin’ a button They get to clickin’ and bustin’ You get to dippin’ and duckin’ They empty clips by the dozen You come up missin’ for nothin’ Hey, I can triple your budget I’m in the business of hustlin’ If we ain’t talkin’ about money I say, “Let’s end the discussion” Hate off my shoulders I’m brushin’ All the ladies are blushin’ They all love when I fuck ‘em Blacks and Latinas and Russians Tell ‘em be easy no rushin’ Mastered the art of seduction I let ‘em blow me so much head I can catch a concussion Seven chicks in the bed Touchin’, lickin’, and suckin’ Dick ‘em into submission Then I send ‘em to truckin’ Cousin we nothin’ alike You can say what you like Do all that huffin’ and puffin’ Then run away from the fight Don’t know who gettin' you {high} When you sit and you write Great imaginary life You only live on a mic I’m who you’d die to be like Cause I’m so fly with {} To live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twice Find it amusing, I’m gigglin’ at what you made in a year Quadruple that while in prison Servin’ my day and a year Nigga hahahaha [Verse 2: Mos Def (Yaasin Bey)] Wow It’s on right now Buckhead to {Bucksound} Boogie man and rubber band snappin’ Bang, listen No retreat, no surrender No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders Strategic moves that elude all defenders Another {} till haters {} But {}, how they feel? Fuck it, let it go That’s ineffective though I'm an effective show It’s that incredible, {}, special dose, extra flow Quiet dawg, rest assured, let ‘em know Off the chain, I was born unleashed And walk when and where I feel When I’m ‘pon these streets Spread love Brooklyn, on these streets And I get it how I get it cause I’m from these streets Holler back your favorite Uncle Freak D Smith keep swift from East End District I touch your favorite rhythm and give it a “me”-mix {} Say it once, said it twice, you need this That’s an affirmative Word to big bird, it is 1st and 15th I got the fireworks turn it in Bonfire burn again Listen good and learn the hymn And it simple and plain You feel it in your chest when the bass beat bang And you know my style Yeah I’m from the killer K Known to take a money pile Wow We turn it on and turn it out It get greater later And it's fantastic now It go on and on and on and on Everybody talkin’ like {} [Ad Lib: B.o.B] Yeah It’s B.o...B Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire Listen [Verse 3: B.o.B.] I’m from the city where they hang out on the light pole Tryin’ to get their weight up off ‘em, I ain’t talkin’ lipo’ I’m talkin’ bout that city I take everywhere that I go I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso’ Who grew up with kaleidoscopes, now they lookin’ through rifle scopes Tryin’ to make it out the dark, that’s what we raise our lighters for Smokin’ on that blue turf just like them boys in Idaho I swear I’m eatin’ good playa, what you on that diet for? I’m chillin’ with some fire hoes, so hot you’ll need a fire hose Too much pussy on your payroll boy, you need to fire hoes (You’re fired) That’s why my fans is who I’m ridin’ fo' You’d swear they never tire cause they hands are up the entire show But what you hidin’ for? I’m speakin’ for your benefit Me to you is like PlayStation 3 to SEGA Genesis I have no arch nemesis, I have no identity I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city I still got it, I don’t need to babysit I’m just magnificent like Magic back in ‘86 I told her, “Cook my eggs Benedict” She say I’m gettin’ cocky, now I say, “I’ve been a dick” “Bitch” Hahaaa