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(Mr.Lucci) *Echos*
Ha, Them boys don't think we can freesyle up here huh?
Put it in they face, and make them feel somethin
These niggaz don't think these Dallas boys got somethin
um-huh, just dont know (know)..Tell' em

It's me that's creepin up ya' block without no tops, spark and glistenin
with the number one niggaz, our side is D-TOWN is bringin these hits wit him
Hmm, and is keepin a sliff wit him
plus a fifth in him, wit some creased up denim
Yu could catch me limpin, right cup sippin, well then I'm sho' nuff pimpin, playa
Well i thought ya knew the truth when we drop Mr. Pook' up on you boyz,playa
Haters claim the fool, so we let loose, Mr. Luc' wit ghetto noise, say what?
Need to watch that
Cuz ain't nothin' but platinum plaques comin up out Kevin A. cat
I guarantee's that, and ya best believe that
Hold on dawg where my sweet at?(Sew it mayne)
Nigga pass the flame so I can heat that(Nigga gon' ahead shit)
Let me gon' fire up the doskey do', oh, Kevin A. brang the beat back
Ain't no stoppin this, soon as we don droppin this
Man Ed and Kap down at the barn gon' be choppin it (Chh*Chh*Chh*)
with screw versions cross the topand this
And a monopoly in the indusrty, is what this gon' occur to me
Better peep the crook, chain and the piece (chime.Bling)
We some warriors from the North The D
Doin it how it's suppose to be wit the crroked azz niggaz that's close to me

(Chorus)-2x
Mr. Lucci he be comin up the block, on slabs
Breakin bitches off and it don't stop, no doubt
Wettin up ya spot and leavin' it hoe on swoll, nigga
How the hell you feel, we pimpin hoes in tight clothes

(Mr.Lucci)
Well i'm thankin bout bigger thangs(what?)
Bigger chain daw