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Told y'allDynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?Unstoppable, niggas! UhhMemph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heardIt's a Dynasty, who execute you believe?Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddarFo's punch the man off your Polo sweaterRoll with the R-O-C, A-FellaRemember me? The teachers used to failure usNow it's more scrilla, hoe killersFo'-wheelers, us gorillasOh please feeling us, we heat holdersFighting? hear boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal usThe plot thickens, the block clickin'We got the video game tied up, protect against trippin'Jigga male huh, Sigel Sigel y'allMemph Bleek what, Amil-lion, uhhCat it is in him, El Cap-i-tanThe fire ns spit burnt down HappylandSocial Club, we unapproachable thugsNon-social, gone postalGreat aim, injury the arm close to your toastLike a Don's claimed to ShawnI assumed I said you, this ain't just vocalsDon't make me take it to the old schoolI placed holes v your hoes tooThrough your clothing to the foes come the nigga close to youFuck it; Jigga man huh, Sigel Sigel y'allAmil-lion what, Memph Bleek
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