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"What More Can I Say?" (Are you not entertained?) (Are..you..not..entertained?) (Is this not why you're here?) Uh, Uh, Huh Turn the music up Turn me down Guru...Lets go get 'em again This time it's for the money my nigga Brooklyn stand up [Verse One] There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood Or this pop is hot Or this strong With so many different flows This ones for this song The next one i'll switch up This one will get bit up These fucks To lazy to make up shit They crazy They don't...paint pictures They just trace me You know what Soon they forget who they plucked They whole style from And try to reverse the outcome I'm like...CLUCK I'm not a biter I'm a writter For myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse i'm only biggin up my brother Biggin up my borough I'm big enough to do it I'm that therough Plus i know my own flow is foolish So the rings and things you sing about Bring em out It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth I'm in...New sneakers Deuce seaters A few Diva's What more can i tell you Let me spell it for you W-I-Double L-I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V And i'm back for more New Yorks ambassador Prime Minister back to finish my business up [Chorus: Singing] What more can i say?
Approximate Word count = 812
Approximate Pages = 3.2
(250 words per page double spaced)
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