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Yeah, yeah, yeah Cuzzi, yeah, turn me up Yeah, yeah If you ain't know you better know Stuck at the bottom, shakin' up the globe Prince of the city, comin' for the throne Still undercover tryna cover Vogue Comin' from the cold, you know how it go This for the niggas that hated man This is for the days in that mini-van This for the days could have moved to Chicago Instead I went back to Toronto and changed the whole city You really can't see what I did Babies, five months, they jump out the crib Hit you like Tyson with blows to the rib Second guessin' like I know I'm the shit **** pay me some millions, it wasn't enough Had to back out the label 'cause they wasn't cuttin' it Aus Songtexte Mania