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've been given A thousand times before Just more more More of that jazz More no more of that jazz (thankyou) Give me no more No more of that jazz Huh
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you've been given A thousand times before Just more more More of that jazz More no more of that jazz (thankyou) Give me no more No more of that jazz
take the game to new heights You're my number one draft pick, Madonna classic No look dunks to the basket Yeah, yeah, that's mine, that's mine... [Chorus
heart me in my heart To hear that nigga snitched on Pat How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was [unverified] was snitchin' I ain't believe that
to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Jes was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped
Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde Battlin', whenever hot damn Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam Keep it on the corner c'uz here comes the heat Lyrically it stays, the jazz
-boy There's nothin' on this erb that can end still fear The locomotives, puttin' my thing in gear I only have the fear of God and that's taqwa You need
their belts But Queens stepped on Brooklyn's time Now a new gang's there with icy stares The stranger said hello and that's goodbye He's got more faces
known gangstas, in trust That we bust Your heart and soul lies with us, let's see Boldly go where we once took a nigga before Now the motha fucka beggin' for more
But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey? Send those pants up here! Here's some more! Okay, good-good! Traditional cotton...oh, how sweet
trigger and damage ya Boom, taking life more serious I may sound lyrical and very mysterious Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more A son of Sam, how could I begin more
You didn't know that I'd be the show, And you'd be in the crowd with them groupie h*** Now I'm the king and your fighting for the queen spot Thought