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This that bounce, fella
No doubt
My man Coptic
Uh
This an interlude beat, but I had to chop on this shit
Word
They know who I am
Who shine like disco lights, blow the fuse on the cordless mic, man?
Who spit that flow like a nigga should've been in the pros, huh?
Who go from NY to LA back home in one day?
Who from that hood, Eastside, that's known for gun play?
Who the first in Spanish Harlem to go platinum in six months?
Say what he want, man, and fuck how mad he get chumps
Who be keepin' it simple by orderin' a burger and a shake?
In the Hudson Hotel, some bad bitch feedin' him grapes
No doubt, who the one the kids tell they mama about, huh?
Old fashioned, the nigga still stash dough in the couch
Now who go state to state, leave brain to licensed gun clappers?
Who shut down Speed three times and twice with Mad Rapper?
Part two, man, who, who made himself accustomed to loot?
Who made the hoes love him, they always say, "I trust him, he's Q"?
Now who stay smokin' the best shit NY money can buy, man?
Who smoke loose joints and they get just as high, huh?
So high, I heard the angels callin' my name from the heavens
Now who got shot at the crap game just '
Cause he was rollin' straight sevens?
Ain't forget where I came from, I'm
Known for makin' hood niggas famous
That's it, that's all
Yo Coptic, tell 'em one time what my name is
Fuck outta here