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Song title: LL Cool J - Say What

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[chorus]
Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what? )
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what? )
Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans (say what? )

I, cool j, ny2k
Rule milleniums with my compadres
They tounges sway with really nothing to say
They pack guns, but I stack funds
Im second to none
My hot streaks just begun
You wanna bring beef? you got to serve it well-done
You ran the wrong way, now you livin on the run
Not some, each ones a bum, every one
Coughed up a lung, became my son
Flames I brung, platinumn weighs a ton
Heavy on the chest, I pitty all the rest
I put em to the test
I spit it like Im blessed
I testify
I have no need to lie
I buried many, still many wanna die
I zone out crazy, starin dont faze me
Got ya whole strategy shook
Its too daisy

[chorus]
Clack, relaod, clack, reload
Got ya pictures sittin in my lap
He explode
Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
cause once you cross over baby, aint no comin back
Beleive that
I flows when I hit that
Strive till I get that
Never mind a set-back
No time to wet that
A lyrical hi-jack, you dont wanna try that
Creep wit my cd, dont let em know you buy that
One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
Call a 911 to get the ll back
Original bells, ll
Rocked them till they fell
Competition bailed
Looked like mince green when mic had em swelled
Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell
Meanwhile, Im countin prezzies in the the tel
And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in chanelle

[chorus]

Unh, Im lyrically hot tonight, come on
Unh, Im lyrically hot tonight, come on
Layin low to catch you on stage so I can run on
Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on
Mission is complete, technique is unique
Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
Even if you walkin, wit ya walkman in the street
Actin gassed up, but you really on need
How you countin your paper kid, without a ged?
Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
Maybe thats the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
Put the l down, picked the other ll up
Maybe we can straighten this out before its toe-up
Watch me closely, boom! Im a blow-up
And spend the whole rest of my life stackin dough up

[chorus]

Whoo, vinnie biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
Roundtree
Rock the bells
Unh, brian daughtery
Unh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
Know what I mean? we gonna keep gettin paper
This is real
This is real, right here
Rock the bells
Its deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
Know what Im sayin?
Im feelin it like you feelin it
Ha ha, word up
Im lovin it like you lovin it baby
Rewind it, its short