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Told y'allEmpire, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?Unstoppable, niggas! UhhMemph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heardIt's a Dynasty, that carry out you believe?Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddarFo's knock the guy off your Polo sweaterRoll through the R-O-C, A-FellaRemember me? The teachers supplied to fail usNow it's even more scrilla, hoe killersFo'-wheelers, we gorillasOh please feel us, we warm holdersFighting? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal usThe plot thickens, the block clickin'We obtained the game tied up, soptimal trippin'Jigga Man huh, Sigel Sigel y'allMemph Bleek what, Amil-lion, uhhCat be him, El Cap-i-tanThe fire I spit scorched dvery own HappylandSocial Club, we unapproachable thugsNon-social, gone postalGreat aim, harm the arm cshed to your toastLike a Don's supposed to ShawnI believed I told you, these ain't just vocalsDon't make me take it to the old schoolI put holes with your hoes tooThturbulent your clothing to the foes to the nigga cshed to youFuck it; Jigga Man huh, Sigel Sigel y'allAmil-lion what, Memph Bleek
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