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

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

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

The quartet, drop you at ya parents
It's G-13 Mister Goretex government issue
Run in ya chick pistols, I'm here to dis you
All them that you spit on ya shit don't really fit you
we move like rock stars we burnin' cop cars
Dust the guards tryna top ours Howie he got
Runnin' the label, I twist tits like trae deuce
I'm the stage pissed the fuck off with twin cables

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