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Lyrics

[Intro] (Uh) Uh, yeah Uh-huh-uh (Uh-huh-uh), yeah F-I, A-S, C-O Make you say (Ooh) Uh-huh Yeah, uh, uh (Y-yeah, y-yeah-y-y-yeah) Ooh (Uh, check-ah, yeah) Listen (Listen, uh) [Verse 1] Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys Slowly and run like hosiery I move eggs like ovaries Closed lactose and sodary Who y'all supposed to be? None of them close to me My poetry, poison til' they posing me And little kids pokin' me openly Fuck police, I slip through they fingers like rosaries Off the hook with the .38 rotaries Get it locally, move antisocially Twice the rapper—get it from both of me jokingly (Ugh, yeah) So constant and nonchalant from BICs to Mont Blanc's Lose conscience, Lu's not the one to confront (Uh-uh) Worth my weight; you impersonate Niggas like Miller Light, spit it right End your life, terminate (Yeah) I'm the worst-case scenario (Ugh, yeah) Bump heads for coins like Mario Pop more rounds than Merry-Go- Fom birth date to burial In South Beach, bitches going south with they mouth piece without speech Oh, now, he's official? From the start They miss you, holding vigils in the dark Go 'head try and stop it, couldn't block sun with Hawaiian Tropic What's in your pockets my profits Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness They wanna put me in boxes like chocolates That's nonsense—nothin' sweet about this But the hotel room Presidential like the wrist I know, I'm sorry I never meant to end shit Never rental get mine freeway like Van Wyck Peace to Francis and all my mans-es Take trips to France-es, where all my mans is With fifths in hands-es, rewind and chant this, nigga [Break] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah, uh Uh, uh, yeah, you know? Madison Ave, my street where I grew up at (Check it out) I'm a hustler, yeah, I confess it (Check it out) I'm a rapper, no other rapper can contest it (Right?) That's for certain, you know what I'm saying? (That's for sure!) But I'ma step the game up Listen, listen, listen [Verse 2] I got a bezel from embezzling, good heavens! And they said I lost it in '97 About to start using Mexicans—not 'cause they better-than Just 'cause I get, "Sí, señor", not, "I need more" (Uh-uh) With chicks from Singapore from bunkbeds with Tonio To tour-room colonials; it's still testimonial So I keep it secret In the kitchen in the cabinet in a jar where the grease is L-U-P speaks it 'til it's pieces, peanut-butter-like Always being a quiet cat, not the "meanest motherfucker" type Hunnit grand-plus, I be buffing brass knucks Best listen to your dogs, get Son of Sam'd up, what! Ahead of my time, failed history (Uh, yeah) Passed chemistry, quiet nines and quinine My energy (Yeah), always be weaponry to unload (Yeah) While there's people to hold up, reputations to uphold (Yeah) I'm gung-ho (Ugh) with them white lines (Ugh) Not the kind that divides traffic But the kind that reminds addicts Automatics to your attic (Yeah, yeah) Teched-out Porsche in the decked-out Boxster, WASup! Feds is nice with the camera's Challengers get beat black and lavender Women put my name across they chest like janitors Fans of the hustler under the stairs, his fiends on the banisters, what! [Outro] (Ooh) Uh-huh There you have it (Right there) It's the boy... you know? (Oo-ooh) Yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah (Nothing else to it) Uh, uh (Chi-Town) Yeah (Madison Street) Uh (3054th) First-Fifteen (Get it now) Work with big things, you know (1-1-5, 1-1-5) You know, respect the game Stack Bundles L-U-P-E... Fiasco You know...