[Big Boi]
Ye-Yeah...
I am the wrong nigga to cross
And the first nigga to jam
With the AK quatro siete
Or a microphone in hand
Goddamn
Generation uno Dungeon Fam
The lab is filled with potions of emotions
Out the ass
I laugh
When you think that you have seen the last
But that's only the beginning my nigga
Don't be so fast
Smash gas
Or slow it down to a screeching halt
Impeach the president
'Cause he don't think before he talk
Iraq, got that
Now he gunnin' for Iran
North Korea got that shit
That make LA look like Japan
Island, nah man
More like the Caribbean
Billy Ocean body floatin'
Take a voyage to Atlantis

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[Raekwon]
Sellin' glass, lean' blasted
Machinery swing past
Next stop Bowling Green
Bling, flash it
Glow my ass off
Po-po they try to harass
My dough, chink cash
And I sit in my castle bent
You know the W, it come from Dirty Bas
Birdbaths, let 'em stunt
We got burners with gas
Fly past by NASA
Caught up with the cash
Why blast when you know we in your crib
Bypass
I mastered (what)
The treasurer of gettin' ass
Whip acid
Red piping leather
Slang nasty
Sassy, but at the same time raspy
Plug me a thug
Your mother eatin' plaster

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[Andre 3000]
Styles will change
They say change is Dang-erous
As a King standing on a terrace
While his partner pointing up
At the rifleman
Coward shooter never know
When your life will end then
Live like there ain't no 'morrow
And if one come, then this the motto
Now I put message in bottle
You go to the nearest beach
And open your car door
And walk to the place
Where the sea meets the land
Yeah it's easier to run the street
Than walk in the sand
Hey I'm talkin' young man
As if chalk in my hand
I will take y'all little ass to school
It's cool
When the kids call me Sonny
The hood calls me Stacks
The bees call me Honey
Hollywood calls me back
Crack and I have a lot in common
We both come up in the eighties
And we keep that bass pumpin'
That's a nega-tive comparison
Embarrassin', unfortunate
That if you come up fortunate
The street consider you lame
Ha, I thought the name of the game
Was to have a better life
I guess it ain't, what a shame
I don't slang, never slung
But I'm one with the slum
That has a name well fitting
Plenty cheese getting
No wonder why
They call it the trap
So watch your tail
And I'm not kidding
The rats and mice would give advice
They'd say you can paint and draw
Get out of here, go show 'em
That we're more than slangin' raw
That's when I broke into by Big Rube impression
And I tried to enlighten
But that night I learned a lesson that
The morals that you think you got
Go out the window
When all the other kids are fresh
And they got new Nintendo Wii's
And your child is down on her knees
Praying hard up to God
For a Whopper with cheese
Do you B
Hit the street hard with a flair
Or do you A
Go to school for heating and air
Dare make a honest livin'
But make a crooked killin'
Or do a bit of both
Until you're holdin' on a million
Brilliant
You got one foot in one foot out
You put your left foot back in
And then you shake it all about
You do the Hokey-Pokey
'Til you turn your life around
That's what it's all about
3000 out

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Always, come back to you
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