Touch It (Remix)

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See, now you know 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 **** 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'ma let Mary J. Blige come and set it

Now get low Mary

Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)

Mary J. Blige, I'm 'bout 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 Digger

Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck

He thinkin' cause he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck

If money ain't a thing, I'm sayin' let a bitch know

Type to empty an 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

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Turn it, leave it, stop, format it (Bust this is serious man)

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Get low Missy

I'm jinglin' baby, go 'head mami

Don't I look charmin', put your lips up on me

Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (Turn it up)

You like to see me when I dip, baby, dip

Don't it look like I got Beyonce's hips

Lookin' like I could be like Nia Long

Boy, you smokin' that Cheech and Chong

Get low Bank

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 gone with it

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

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Get low Pupus

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 got Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb, 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

Swizz is the monster, X is the beast

Fuckin' with Bus, everyday is a feast

Stay off the streets, I'm tired of talkin to y'all ****

I'm a stick a fork in y'all **** (Turn it up)

When I hit 'em man, that truck come get 'em man

Fucked up how I did 'em man

Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is

Can't I.D. the body, **** toothless

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Get low Bus

You see me, you love me, the streets declare me God of the hood

You **** 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 then I'm glad to hit you with the fact

That the God is immortal as spit

The way I be doin' historical shit

In case you and your **** act like you ain't know

When I'm informin' your clique

I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit

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