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Z} (Clue) Ugh, what, ugh, jigga (MC, ha, Clue) Hey, you gotta bounce to this like this You almost gotta watch to this, uh-huh (who-ee) Escape {Mariah} (Clue
's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron You what I sayin'? One time for DJ Clue,
Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga
stars And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till
Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm New Nas, it's called War Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper God
Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the
For the niggas, my niggas, y'all niggas For my bitches, bad bitches Fuck dem hoes, fuck dem niggas Fuck you too hoe, fuck you, nigga I keep a dick in
piped or any five boroughs My 9 semi starts trouble, I want y'all to act up Go head and play dumb Billy Bathgates my name, huh Nigga, I shot ya Yeah, DJ Clue
I thought Duro was an old man before I met her Yo, check this out, this is me M A dollar sign E Cluemanati, Harlem World, Devo Too thorough, Harlem World
spit, hot, new Exclusive, Nature, Clue When you spit, I spit, new , hot Exclusive, jungle, watch this When I spit, you spit, hot , new (D J Clue) Exclusive, nature, clue
1, 2, Freeway's comin' for yo' ass 3, 4, you better watch yo' stash 5, 6, have you duckin' from dem clips 7, 8, fuck it, I can't wait DJ Clue, [Incomprehensible
when i met u ,u was on my dick jigga gave u his old bentlys now your on some shit and i dont know where they found you sun but since your pops aint around
(DJ Clue) DJ CLUE! ANTOINE! GIRLFRIEND! WHAAAAAAAAAT! (Antoine) I see you walking through the high school halls In the classroom two seats across Away
THE SHIT, I COULD TELL BY YOUR RHYMES YOU WRITE MOST OF SHIT, U AINT MMMMMWWWWAAA,U AINT SHIT YOU BITCH. (DJ CLUE) D-J CLUE, DESERT STORM, CHECK FOR
West, West y'all William Holla with the S, y'all, y'all know what time it is Woof, can't spell the West without the 'E S' DJ Clue, beyotch, Kurupt, oh
caddie hoe The king dig-a-ling that is You cheap bragin' about the head I wanna see how mean that is [Chorus 1] [DJ Clue] Roc-A-Fella! Fresh out! My
