(feat. Swizz Beats) [Swizz (Strings)] Uh Where the club at? Uh, uh where the club at? Swizz Beats, Strings Uh Where the club at? Ruff Ryders [Strings] How come? Niggas constantly fronting Mouths wide open but they ain't saying nothing Y'all dumb, bitches sound pitiful Unoriginal, think your shit is critical Now run, for cover when my joint come on, Don't need a crew bitch I hold my own, Y'all bums, get out, my shit out, I burn your crib out With the hotness that's spinning Want some? Give it and get it right back 200 four, put a whole in your soul Gun, gun in my hip, pistol pump grip Trigger finger slip then you slip back a dip Da bums dirty, gritty, low down Telling me to slow down, bust four more rounds Da club bouncing up and down and Looking all around at niggas straight clownin' Make money is what I do best and Y'all niggas schemin', you better where vest then STRINGS niggas that's my name and When I go platinum you know I'm to blame and And partna what'cha saying, nothing really right? Y'all broads steady talking, your shit ain't really tight I'm driving you off, something ain't right My wrists all flooded, bank account cluttered For all you motherfuckers wonderin' I stay buttered Y'all niggas take too long to come, I'm done I'm turning the page, I ain't got no time for games I'm grown and I got a child your age Make it a million degrees in this motherfucker Try to catch your breath And I got the joint hoppin' from the top to the left Lyrical crack, too much will rock ya to death In the studio makin' hits, while you failing whole sets Any way we move you gon' get your palms wet A beautiful but deadly MC is on the M-I-C Prepare for your death, S-T-R-I-N-G-S, ghetto fabulous I'mma platinum Rolley, and you ain't worth my time I'mma silver dollar, you bitches just dimes If you don't have class, before you have cash You might never get it, you can't buy Bitch you born wit' it, so go on wit' it Cause you gon go get it, cause I done shitted Either you wit' it or forget it, y'all niggas just plain did it So quit it nigga
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