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Wait Up

We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days

Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way

Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds

Machavellian approaches executed by the coach

I'm in these streets like a ghost

The air-jettin' artist

To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man

I got a whole new approach for the rhymin'

You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman

Uh! You play the rappin' roll

I take the rap and sold

And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole

I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle

Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model

This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle

I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto

Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love

Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug'

What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song

One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong

One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played

I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made

And walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings

And things and just waitin' for white rains

I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready

My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweatyWait up. Your wait up. Wait up

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Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT ") wait up

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Get your (" UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!") wait upYou wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?

Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?

The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours

Get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers

My team stay posted. They stay roasted

Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin'

Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura

You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh?

Embonishment for the both of you

I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew

Cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.")

Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.")

Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out

From Seattle to South Beach my joint grand clout

It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data

On how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gottaWait up. Your wait up. Wait up

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Get your (" UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA ") wait upAnd all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'

And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'

And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'

And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.'

Fellas go, 'Where you at?'

Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!'

Fellas go ladies go

Fellas go ladies yoA mellow disposition even when it's pain

Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain

I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord

Brother's out of his game so we can see tours

The innovator - your man still a hater

The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint

I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass

Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast

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