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 lyric never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen, on the TV
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Stay black, I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a tonsil limit to the diction, 'cause chaos to mixin'
Brutalize a sound check, through the intermission Rap's under siege, tight like a squeeze Forced in the world nuclear freeze Through the damage to the wannabe and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap If you dare to thirty-six, chambers of strangers My word of mouth, it's all real might peel Livin' large and in branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four diamond government God Alias Daryl bring thugs back to kill Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never large Dauntie sixteen holdin' me down
AIDS of rap music may be to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to pronoun Method forcin' J-Love to the Pain from underground Realizin' food for thought is
Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O Blue do what he do to keep currency risin' Hopin' I catch a so we can catch a full wheel Instead of bodies, niggaz not keepin' it real
Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from That's my type of niggaz I be on my tours Can't help it, my stay fat like Roseanne Ruckus in the square, I rough like the Clan
on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better beware of the interactive project Children of the Corn Gats and my man, keep 'em bustin' till gone
Style so it sparks just like the unicorn 'Donna come through everyday my Changes and switches, I to make ladies out of bitches Crackhead get stitches
So what up with kid, danger when I attack kid Watch how the hits you, just like the fat kid Form pyramid, look how we slid All over Park Hill, Stapleton
On a dollar bill all in it together You can't fuck with the stormy weather,
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