Yo, it's the ground sound, Dunn real out here Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all in it, yo
My devastatin' hot '97 Keep me on point for my four salary Heavyweight lyric lost one calorie I'm to be seen, on the TV screen
Gambino Cappacino to the Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, road to rap council love to Wu in a orderly tonsil Never to the diction, 'cause chaos to mixin'
a sound check, ripple through the intermission Rap's under siege, held like a squeeze Forced in the world 'Donna freeze the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
Ruckus a in the rap entourage If you dare to test thirty-six, of strangers My word of mouth, it's all real might peel Livin' large and in branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four government named God Alias Hill bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. eatin' large Auntie sixteen holdin' me down
of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the pushed back to create pronoun Method forcin' J-Love to the Pain from underground Realizin' for thought is self-compromisin'
Shaolin cut the crack into a sizin' Blue do what he do to keep that currency I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel Instead of bodies, niggaz not keepin' it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake stores my type of niggaz I be wantin' on my tours Can't help it, my styles fat like Roseanne in the square, I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Defy interactive project of the Corn Gats and my man, keep 'em till he's gone
Style so it sparks just like the unicorn 'Donna come everyday my uniform Changes and switches, I to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead niggaz get
So what up with that kid, danger when I kid Watch how the slang hits you, like the fat kid another pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton
On a twenty dollar bill all in it You can't fuck with the stormy weather,
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