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Dj Kayslay Other

yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka (What's up man) Uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas (Heh, What's up nigga) And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your favorite DJ

you know [DJ Kay Slay:] I ain't mad at ya homey, yo Jim Jones you with me? ! [Jim Jones:] Hey Slay what it do? [DJ Kay Slay:] That's what I'm talkin

baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want you out here, dog This is muthafuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City Holla at ya God damn

[Poster Boy] Poster Boy, Fosterville, Kay Slay the Drama King Fuck with the kid, gotta throw ya moms over the bridge RP put the hawk to ya over ya ribs

bacon (yum!) they fake they are Clay Aiken! (it's on!) Me and Kay Slay payed day in (uh!) Have your brain on the wall like one of KaySlay's spray paintings

[E A Ski talking] Yay, Yay Wassup Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me That'll ride on ya bitch

air We spend that from here to there (No doubt) Big money on the floor, dice game four or more Tucked underneath the tee, hammer in the other vee I'm