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Yeah, DJ Clue AKA, William, M. Holla
With William H. Holla
The world's most infamous
The Holla family nigga
Roc-a-fella Records, c'mon
Dynasty
New Jay-Z
Beanie Sigel
Stick to the script
We live money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script (remember where you heard it first)
Cop, flip, we re-up, get back to the shift (stupid)
Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script
DJ Clue
Yo, they call me William H. (H) the all-time great (great)
I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (state)
I rock my jewels (jewels) I'm not a fool (fool)
In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (ha ha)
When I'm skatin' through the city and I stop and kick it
Be the most asked question, how I got them digits?
I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches
And I stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen niggas go from handlin' birds to ramblin' words
To the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost Todd E, but we still eatin' though
For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets
'Til we reach Malik or the date of E's release
Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin' reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, homi's under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot, y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon
Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script
(You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers)
Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
Money over bitches, nigga, stick to the script
(You in the streets nigga, make your moves)
(Y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing)