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[Chris Brown -
If anybody feelin' in the buildin'
Take your hand; hold it to the ceilin' right now
And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em
I they feelin' me
And if too fresh in the building
Take hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now
And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em
I know they me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm here with a lifestyle you would kill fo'
Still here the same shoes that I had on from the get go
out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't know
And I'm never that hard to because 420 is my ZIP code
But then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke
why I got so many hustles
Broke man from the floor
What would you do in the of the winter
the sun goes down and it gets cold?
Growin' up in a with no stove
No doors, no walls, no
And my was always fresher
I go to school in his clothes, when I did go
So that's why now this the of life that I live for
Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I vomit
I would throw up on myself I was so sick to my stomach
Now I'm the shit, fix the
Feel with my y'all, I'm close
Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's
My past memories, I those
Hey, all I can say is you get what you for
Brown - Chorus]
If anybody feeling fresh in the
your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them
I know they me now
And if you too fresh in the
Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I they feeling me now
[T.I]
go, hey
I'm off my pit-stop
Flow with no Ziploc
Get shit pop my shit drop
No hip-hop, Tip hop
I'm back at the tip top
I belong, it won't be long
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B
Some gettin' my skeet on
To touch the of my feet, G
You're gon' have to get your on
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly
On the and I'm off the radar
Madoff money, dawg
Got paid off with it all
I got the juice, you place a call
And we place a call to who a call
Don't get part and not too hard
I what you say
Back up the and pass the buck
Here's where I'm stoppin'
Got all on me, homie
Can't it away we too ill, ill
how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled
How you
[Chris - Chorus]
If anybody feeling fresh in the
your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing
I know feeling me now
And if you too in the building
Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I know they me now
[B.o.B]
And I'm here with a black whip from the strange clouds
And I'm still here with the same team, stay down
Still for the east side
Ain't a thing change but the bank
Hands when I come 'round
Cause I'm killin shit nigga, hands down
And I go hard, my like a postcard
Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole
With the of a soldier
But even still I want no parts
And no with no hearts
You cocksuckers throw guards
I'm throwed off for the part
A dog with an old bark
Flow dumb, but I'm so
I art, call me Mozart
My nightlife's like a soap
With two like it's Noah's ark
They got nice with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!"
From a poor child to on top like a
But I new I'd go far
a gas truck with no park
So no applause, the applause
put your hand up if you know the song
[Chris - Chorus/Outro]
If anybody fresh in the building
Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I know feeling me now
And if you too in the building
Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them
I they feeling me now