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1 and comes the 2 to the 3, and

Shabazz]
? rappers are full of this, since I'm a Don I'm out a hit
'cause I'm up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, it's time to the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
on the refills, you see we feel
The of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to
Let me you got 8 million ways to die
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real
Have that ass looking just like this boo-boo the door
Known to kill, skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I don't a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I fresh meat
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th
My are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a and go drag ya ass
I'm more than a threat, I'm a
To hell with cotton, watch out when I to Harlem
So don't or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya
Everyday all day this be the way
Putting rappers commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, taking rappers out
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Here comes trouble and it's all that, in contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow
While you slip, I grips so to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to
Fuck around, lay and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid,
Handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my name
You beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat'cha (who?), my grip
Failing this to some of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it as a Christmas ornament
Come and give me a test claims to be the best
He's with the 40-below footprint on his
Fucked up, got stuck, go your luck
Both of his legs were found in of a garbage truck
Head in the bar of a limousine
The rest of his body at a site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like
Ya fucked up, made a wrong and entered the dragon
I you I'm out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm rappers' ass
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You could of been my main but you scrap and will wack, black
The thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
You challenge Treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch
I thought you did a triple 'cause you said "Aw, that!"
Diamond how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two then I'm 'cause I'm that def
how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Club rapping all be, I'm on all 3
This drill chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your or is your neck blowing a fucking bubble?
A-B-C, to the S-T
You-V-W-X, the why-Z
Brand new, Nubian, Grand Puba-in
them and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, me in
So I'm straight, if I "drop the bomb" I have to go
Break nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not 'cause I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out
Put on a tip or hitting hips, I'm than quick
I Grease my Lightnin', frightening how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool
Two types of very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor
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