You Don’t Really Wanna DJ Clue (Ft. Fat Joe & Remy Ma)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
You know it's the problem, problem with [?]
I gets it poppin like everyday at the check lounge
Bout my bit strips, big like Poppa
Got my mouth like a Desert Storm so I'm sippin [?]
Bitches be talking [?], like I don't got a crew
How you living the Fabolous life when you ain't got a Clue?
I don't gotta do much, to get you touched
Got niggas that’ll kill ya for some [?] and vanilla Dutch’s
Remy Ma motherfucker [?] let that bitch slap
[?] nobody ever [?]
So when I [?] know I'm laughing
I'm from the Bronx New York, this shit just can't happen
Keep acting like [?] rappin
Test us, see if we really walk around with metal detectors
[?] so front if you want to
I already know I'm gon catch a few [?]

[Chorus: Remy Ma]
You don't wanna roll up, you don't wanna [?] with the best
You don't really wanna hold in your chest
You don't really wanna die for [?]
You don't wanna see how [?]
You don't really wanna [?]
You don't know what to do
You don't really wanna be in ICU
[?]
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