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featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it ride it

`Til the wheels fall of shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Verse One: Jay Z



Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma

Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona

Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner

Look lifes a bitch, but im on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards

Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit

Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick

You`d never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"

I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix

Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left

Outlaw, simply I out draw y`all

Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y`all

Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y`all

Fly ass niggas I reroute all y`all

If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up

Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what



Verse two: Too $hort



I never stop making money dont give `em no slack

Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back

With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack

To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap

Only a few mc`s get to hang that plaque

On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat

Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few

I take a half a million tapes sell `em straight to you

All that shit niggas talking just cant be real

I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell

Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell

Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape

And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it, ride it

`Til the wheels fall of, shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Verse Three: Too $hort



Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,

Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid

She`ll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him

Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?

Im all about large bank deposits

On and off the mic I always set trends

Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps

Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin`

Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again

The kinda niggas that`ll take a square bitch around the corner

Put this pimp game on her

I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick

But I`ll still rub my big ass dick on her clit

Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money

If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me



Verse Four: Jay-Z



Hoes, flows, money, cars

Y`all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars

This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic

And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real when we drop this shit its in trouble

When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double

In the independent phenom, y`all minature dons

Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa`

When I die, leave my canopy richa`

I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit`cha

Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent`a

I got it wrapped y`all from the grammys to the back park

Short dog y`all, what you thought y`all, Oakland, Bk, New york y`all

Be the voice for the streets we supply for years

And go platinum on our most quiet years



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it, ride it

`Til the wheels fall of, shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Chorus repeat 2x

featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it ride it

`Til the wheels fall of shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it over did it spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Verse One: Jay Z



Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma

Then head to the block, to pull up five in the mona

Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner

Look lifes a bitch, but im on her

I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards

Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit

Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick

You`d never, said to a nigga "Whateve for the cash, im with"

I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix

Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left

Outlaw, simply I out draw y`all

Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y`all

Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y`all

Fly ass niggas I reroute all y`all

If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up

Make a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what



Verse two: Too $hort



I never stop making money dont give `em no slack

Drinking dirty motherfuckers til a hoe come back

With my scratch, bitch I was born to mack

To uphold the pimping, I was sworn to that

I hear a lot of shit talking when I listen to rap

Only a few mc`s get to hang that plaque

On the wall rappers ball, but they dont live phat

Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum

What we do has only been mastered by a few

I take a half a million tapes sell `em straight to you

All that shit niggas talking just cant be real

I dont need a record deal, I need eighteen wheels

I roll right up in the hood I got tapes for sell

Bitches running in their house they cant wait to tell

Somebody, she got a new Too $hort tape

And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it, ride it

`Til the wheels fall of, shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Verse Three: Too $hort



Now here they come again the gold diggas trying to get paid,

Wanna trick the old rich niggas, trying to get laid

She`ll suck his dick, as soon as she meet him

Dont have to sell a body for me I dont need her

To turn tricks for me, how much you cost bitch?

Im all about large bank deposits

On and off the mic I always set trends

Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps

Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin`

Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again

The kinda niggas that`ll take a square bitch around the corner

Put this pimp game on her

I dont fuck with broke hoes and I dont trick

But I`ll still rub my big ass dick on her clit

Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money

If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me



Verse Four: Jay-Z



Hoes, flows, money, cars

Y`all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars

This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic

And you can feel niggas scratch, and sell a mil if that

So real when we drop this shit its in trouble

When I guess the pair you gotta ship it double

In the independent phenom, y`all minature dons

Wannabe jigga, pops styles and hennessy richa`

When I die, leave my canopy richa`

I put it down hard ever since I entered the pit`cha

Can fuck with me for records to the recreational cent`a

I got it wrapped y`all from the grammys to the back park

Short dog y`all, what you thought y`all, Oakland, Bk, New york y`all

Be the voice for the streets we supply for years

And go platinum on our most quiet years



Chorus: Jermaine Dupri



We talk shit, cause we are the shit

Never looked back since we started it

When ya`ll want heat we provide it, ride it

`Til the wheels fall of, shaking `em all off

Six figure niggas with it, over did it, spit it

In ways that`ll cause a rush

Keeping your face in a state of disgust

Hating but still trying to be like us



Chorus repeat 2x

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