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[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Aiyyo Swizz we gonna create another academic for the street nigga (It-ain't-over)

I know you thought we would finish (It-ain't-over)

just when ya'll thaught it was safe to poke ya head out again (It-ain't-over)
LETS GO

i know you thought we would finish

Flipmode bitch
(G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!!
REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!!
Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club

[Lloyd Banks]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shotty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (TURN IT UP!!)
AND YOU KNOW I STAY WITH THE SKITS SO DON'T EVEN TRY
KISS YO' ASS BYE BYE YOU BE ALONE IN THE SKY
AND THE FIRST HUMAN BEING NOW TO LEARN HOW TO FLY
AND I BE LOW IN THE BM ON MY WAY OUT NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
with that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(TURN IT UP!!) AND YOU KNOW I'M DOIN MY THING IT'S BLUE IN THE RING
IF YOU HAD IT LIKE THIS YOU PROBABLY DO IT THE SAME
BUT YOU WON'T CAUSE YOU BROKE ALL YOU DO IS COMPLAIN
AFTER THE CLUB, I'MA PUT A FEW IN THE RANGE AND LET 'EM

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Papoose]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (TURN IT UP!!)
I GOT STATEN ISLAND ON MY PINKY QUEENS ON MY DUMB DUDE
THE BRONX ON MY MIDDLE FINGER SCREAMIN FUCK YOU
ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER
YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (TURN IT UP!!)
I FLIP THE MAG AND GET THE CLAPPIN IF IT HAPPENS RIP HIS JACKET
SPLIT HIS BACK AND LIFT HIS HEAD I'M GETTIN AT HIM (Ha!!)
PICK UP A DIFFERENT MAG AND THEN ATTACK HIM WHEN I GRAB HIM SHIT IS BLASTIN
WITH A PASSION GET IT CRACKIN THE ASSASSIN, YOU LET 'EM

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Busta Rhymes]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would (TURN IT UP!!)
CAUSE THEM I'M GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'M INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'M PERFOMIN MY SHIT
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and alyin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW THE WAY I'M KILLIN AT THIS MASS LIKE I'M DOIN (?)
RESPECT IT YOU BETTER GETTHE SALUTIN ME WHEN YOU SEE ME
LLOYD BANKS, PAPOOSE AND BUSTA BUS YEAH I'M GREEDY
I PAINT THE ILLEST PICTURE FOR THE HOOD LIKE I DO GRAFFITI

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

DMX]
Anything it's took, it's gon be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm gon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Keep goin X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up {TURN IT UP}
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND

[Busta Rhymes]
See now you who the God be, 
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode bitch look see ain't nothin changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THE SPOT YOU NIGGAS BETTER RESPECT IT
Y'ALL ALREADY KNOW WHERE I REP AIN'T NO REASON TO CHECK IT
AND I KNOW THAT YOU AIN'T FUCKIN WITH ME JUST FOR THE RECORD
SO INSTEAD I'M A LET, MARY J. BLIGE COME AND SET IT

[Mary J. Blige]
(Now get low Mary!) Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)
Mary J. Blige about to handle my biz (Uh huh)
I'm on my grown woman still I rep for the kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW YOU KNOW WHO'S REALLY THE QUEEN DELIVER THE MAIL
SEVEN HUNDRED THIRTY THOUSAND FIRST WEEK OF MY SALES
THE HATERS PLOT AND THEY WATCH LOOKIN ALL PALE
WHILE I'M ON A YACHT, OVERSEAS DOIN MY NAILS
(Get low Mary!) Well let me show you how we do (Ha!)
I gotta thank everyone for coppin The Breakthrough (Uh huh)
Bus did take one the remix is take two
You love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (TURN IT UP!!)
HOW WE SELLIN OUT THEB STADIUMS, ARENAS AND ALL (Ha!!!)
ONLY LOUIS AND GUCCI WE DON'T SHOP AT THE MALL (Huh!)
GOT YOU PARTYIN AND DANCIN AND HAVIN A BALL
AND YOUR LOVIN THE WAY WE REPPIN HOW WE DO IT FOR Y'ALL GO 'HEAD AND

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

[Rah Digga]
(Get low Digga!) See me rollin up in your hood {Uh huh}
These jokers scream,in damn Rah still be lookin good {Yeah}
They do they little mack he askin me who I tapped
Ain't none of your concern you a G make it hap (TURN IT UP!!)
WHEN I GIVE A NIGGA SOME PLAY HE LOSIN HIS BRAIN (Uh)
ASKIN ME A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS ACTIN LIKE HE MY MAN
WANNA STRESS A BITCH OUT TELLIN ME I DID CHANGE
THEY SAYIN DAMN MY BAD IF YOU FELL FOR THE GAME
(Get low Digga!) Now he sittin there lookin stuck (Ha!)
He thinkin cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck
If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know
Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW HE HOPIN ON THE JET HE AIN'T WASTIN NO TIME
TOLD ME ALL EXPENSE PAID ANYPLACE I COULD FIND
HIT THE ISLANDS IN THE WINTER TRICKIN ALL ON HIS DIME
AIN'T A SHORTY IN THE WORLD PUSSY BETTER THAN MINE, THEY WANNA

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

[Missy Elliot]
Bus this is serious man!!!!!!!! (Get low Missy!)
I'm jinglin baby, go 'head mami, 
don't I look charmin put your lips up on me {Woo!!!}
Kiss it touch it, good, yes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!!)
YOU LIKE TO SEE ME WHEN I DIP BABY DIP (Ha1)
DON'T IT LOOK LIKE I GOT BEYONCE'S HIPS
LOOKIN LIKE I COULD BE NIA LONG
BOY YOU SMOKIN THAT CHEE CHOO CHONG
(Get low Missy!) Have you ever seen thickness in a thong {Come on!}
You can hit it like a game of ping pong
If you give me two shots of it strong
Nigga bring it on I might let you take me home (TURN IT UP!!)
NOW BUSTA BUS {BUS!!} MISDEMEANOR IN HERE
THIS YEAR BE CLEAR Y'ALL BE BEWARE
FAKE MC'S Y'ALL CAN'T COME NEAR
I'M TOXIC BABY LIKE I'M BRITNEY SPEARS

[Chorus]
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

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