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[Hook: Ritchie with a T]How many trains will make that, yoWhere you can hear a nigga lurking on the streetMy nigga, like boom, boom, boomI'm working on my third, you seeAnd you still learning about the birds and the beesMy nigga, you knew, knew, knewWe be up all night, just murdering beatsAnd had the landlord knocking like a burglaryLike boom, boom, boomThey'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you seeAnd tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of meTell me like who, who, who[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs]Started making a name and now they knockin' itFuck the city up whenever we droppin' shitCreated a sound, they started jockin' itDon't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in itI'm not tryna make a sceneBut is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen?Don't worry about us, nigga, worry about your teamTryna get this cream 'cause they say cash rulesAnd you know all of Parker's beats are cashewsAin't nothin' but a thang, put bass in your- (coughing)Put bass in your voice if you're gonna speak my nameDamn near 30, grown ass niggaWe a dynasty, word to JiggaRockin' and I'm rollin', drive it like it's stolenNo sick calls, bro, I always go inStill bumping Jill, nigga, life is golden[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Yo, how many trains will make that, yoWhere you can hear a nigga lurking on the streetMy nigga, like boom, boom, boomI'm working on my third, you seeYou still learning about the birds and the beesMy nigga, you knew, knew, knewWe be up all night, just murdering beatsAnd had the landlord knocking like a burglaryLike boom, boom, boomThey'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you seeAnd tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of meTell me like who, who, who[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]See, me, I ain't fuckin' with none of that chit-chatThat he-say, she- say shit about this cat"Well, I ain't heard he had", nigga, just get backThat old, white nigga saying, "See, I don't do the rapThing, but I can actually understand you, I dig thatAnd you don't talk about the guns and you flip crack"Well, listen up, Baxter, well, see, I get thatBut we won't agree on as much as you think, JackAnd then we got the old heads going"What's up with the ghost-writing thing, my nigga? I don't get thatSee, back in my day, you had to write and spit raps"Isn't Ice Cube writing 6-4 a known fact?They even put it in a movie, nigga, explain thatThat's no shade, they ain't even try go and change thatAnd here we go back again with all that chit-chatThe he-say, she-say, nigga, just spit raps[Hook: Ritchie with a T]Yo, how many trains will make that, yoWhere you can hear a nigga lurking on the streetMy nigga, like boom, boom, boomI'm working on my third, you seeYou still learning about the birds and the beesMy nigga, you knew, knew, knewWe be up all night, just murdering beatsAnd had the landlord knocking like a burglaryLike boom, boom, boomThey'll bump a nigga 'round the world, you seeAnd tell me which of you motherfuckers haven't heard of meTell me like who, who, who