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Come on
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 Can it be easy as five, four, three, two, one?
 Damn son, heard it was easy as one, two, three
 We don't control the three E's
 Still we be on the plantation
 And you be in trouble, B
 Dizzy whirls and Nickelodeon's
 In the nick of time
 Twenty four duckin' the war
 No shirt on like wakin' up at 3 p.m., no job
 Ridin' around on a bike
 Hair half-braided, half-combed out
 Smoked out, still braggin' about
 How cats gonna come up
 Get that hustle on while them babies born
 Headed to the club to get more chicks, c'mon
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 These rhymes ain't got the glow of your normal fairy tales
 As another color passes, another brother fails
 No singin' or blingin', freestyle wingin'
 Beer can sittin' around, waitin' for highlights on ESPN
 Four, three, two, one, over it
 Some Vince Carter dunkin' on Mike, an' shit
 Get yourself together
 Before these feds start scrapin' them heads off the street
 Sendin' cats to the middle of heat
 Far in the so-called Middle East
 Somebody gotta communicate beyond the beats
 The beats y'all, b-beats y'all, uh
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
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 What y'all want?
 What y'all want?
 What y'all want?
 What y'all want? (Two, one, boom!)
 Five retail chains got your brains trained
 Consume anything with a bang and a boom
 Gimme room, baby, I'm sayin'
 It's a scam to pay for airplay today
 But four major corps bought your support
 Check the fine print, that CD you bought
 Sony, Time, Warner, Universal, Notorius BMG
 No lie, you know what, they just got EMI
 Three radio corporations own all them so-called "black stations"
 While two TV stations got your kids waitin'
 WB we be hatin' the fact
 Every five seconds canned laughter rolls off the faces of blacks
 You P and you pick a nigger
 To make that problem bigger, no doubt
 Yo, what, I'm out
 Three, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom
 Five, five, five, four
 Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
 Five, five, five
 Three, two, two, two, one, boom