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Max B Other

a stick up bitch gimmi jewls and dnt u move a muscle aint ready for the flossin from harlem to boston wat you nikkas watchin owww gtta semi for a nikka that b

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss': "Letter To B.I.G.".] [Intro:] Uh! What's good my nigga? Feel I write you a lil' kype! Let you know what's going

Max B] Let's get it You ain't ready for this shit sexy That techno shit (disco) French! This a whole notha loop her babe [Verse 1: Max B] Stacks in the

chain I leave you holly in the cheese lane holly molly go fuck your plea your chain for the better max do it for your boy you was riding in the jetta max

blicky tuck Fedirally tryna hit me up But mii bitch she nice behind da wheel I b poppin out da window I'm nicer with da steel One thing a nigga could say is dat da ices dey b

the time Now kids press rewind to the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like

eat his last taqeto Wishin? for a bank account with at least two zero?s Playin? ball all day, sharin? one Gatorade No dogs of our own so we walked Bear and Jane Playin? B-B

What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name

[Blac talking] Yeah up in this motherfucka G-A-N-G-S to the motherfuckin' A motherfucka I got my brother Cool B, my nigga Berm on the side ah me Dre house