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B O B Grip Yo Body

? (Party!) My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo

O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You know

boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse Yeahhh, here

you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to settle it From L.A. to B.K., from B

fall, that's word to the mother Yo, yo, it's kinda funky out here, yo, yo, yo, Hi C Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo I was Yo, what's up? Crew

-black Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that B.o.B Call me Bobby Ray,

gack in fact You could get fucked by any other motherfucker Where I live at hear that money here is crystal clear punk Fuck that fiscal year junk, meet the pistol gripped punk Pistol gripped

stop R, O, C, stop We shower your mom block and move out with glocks [Memphis Bleek] Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my

Uhh.. I'm on.. Fuck em.. yeah, uhh.. With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit Fuck her, never knew her Screw her.. (dump her body, dump her body)