| It goes rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock
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| It’s about to pop off like a fresh new Glock
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| Certified platinum as soon as I wrap 'em
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| Now I ain’t gotta nab 'em, gag 'em and cap 'em
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| I could write an anthem to cop me a Phantom
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| Throw you in a trance and keep the crowds dancing
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| Cash in advance, I’m looking for a mansion
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| Few houndred acres cause it’s all about expansion
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| Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce
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| I’mma about to get with baby girl and burn me an ounce
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| I ain’t gotta game 'em, moment Philly train 'em
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| They rolling with the Ruste, so how can I blame 'em?
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| BK assassin, aiming and blasting
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| Making sure these wack artist' careers won’t be lasting
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| My BEAN-town homies gettin that green
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| And you can catch me road wild spittin that mean
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| Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock
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| Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock
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| Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock
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| To the rhythm you rock, to the rhythm you rock
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| Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce
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| Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce
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| Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce
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| To the bass you bounce, to the bass you bounce
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| Move to the groove, to the groove you move
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| It’s about to go down, if you snooze you lose
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| Certified platinum as soon as I wrap 'em
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| I ain’t gotta jab 'em, drag 'em or stab 'em
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| My producer Arcitype’s the future
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| I won’t dispite ya, send someone to shoot ya
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| Tracks all flame and the lyrics all poison
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| Do it for the pretty fly women and my boys and
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| Shout out to my haters cause they keep me inspired
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| As I work towards building a new empire
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| Brooklyn in the backgroun, Juxx never back down
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| From Bronx, The Queens, Harlem and back down
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| I tow shag 'em, black body bag 'em
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| Fill 'em up with a whole clique from the Magnum
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| You know what crime it is, 187
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| Juxx .730 with a .357
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| I need to hear you make noise, put your hands up
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| I’m a bonofied pro, rip jams up
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| Stage dive on 'em really, get live on 'em
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| Juxx is surprised cause they all keep they eyes on him
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| I’m like lightyears ahead of you
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| The executer slicing, beheading you
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| You do not live the trife life
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| You just one, two check, my mic’s right
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| BK assassin, aiming and blasting
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| Making sure their careers won’t be lasting
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| My BEAN-town homies getting that green
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| And you can catch me road wild spitting that mean |