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a F, "F!"
a U, "U!"
a C, "C!"
a K, "K!"

We do drugs, Uncle 'til we die
So as we alive keep it movin' like a drive by
We could dough sky high
one to five
Eighty nine tech nine it's all
(2x)

Bill]
Yeh yeh I shot Reagan I shot Nixon, Non-Phixion
Fuck up competition nine car collision
Now ya arm's missin', you look the drummer from Def Leperd
The walkin' talkin' death weapon that junk that the spins
to the X-Men, eighty nine tech motherfuckin' nine
I wrote a hundred rhymes about these troubled times
Fuck up ya like when ya mother dies
Non-Phixion an', you brothers want!

The quartet, drop you at ya parents
It's with Mister Goretex government issue
Run in ya Israeli pistols, I'm here to dis you
All them rhymes that you spit on ya shit don't fit you
we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
Dust the guards tryna top Howie he got charged
the label, I twist tits like twin trae deuce
I'm takin' the stage the fuck off with twin cables

Red]
I spit the confident, zero tolerance splash ya
Future escapades the rival dominant, prominent
at ya barricade, crush ya masquerade
Rip ya mask off, make you wish you never
You fuckin' bitch, I you fuck ya moms between her tits
You paganist, rockin' Avirex, dick and smokin dits
K-C-R and Lord plus Papito Garcia
and we the fuck up outta here