Yo, it's the ground sound, Dunn It's real out Staten Island puttin' in y'all niggaz in it, yo
My hot '97 Mentality me on point for my four digit salary Heavyweight never lost one calorie I'm soon to be seen, on the TV
Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Stay black, where I'm at, high to rap council Splash love to Wu in a tonsil Never limit to the diction, 'cause to mixin'
Brutalize a sound check, through the intermission Rap's under siege, held like a squeeze Forced in the 'Donna nuclear freeze Through the damage to the wannabe and Def Squad
Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap If you dare to test thirty-six, of strangers My word of mouth, it's all real wigs might Livin' large and in branch out Bon Voyage
Twenty-four government named God Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs to kill Circle around my son, Jr. never eatin' large Auntie Dauntie sixteen me down
of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the pushed back to create pronoun forcin' J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground Realizin' food for thought is
Shaolin cut the crack a triple-O sizin' Blue do what he do to keep currency risin' Hopin' I catch a deal so we can a full wheel Instead of catchin' bodies, niggaz not keepin' it
niggaz that steal cake from stores That's my type of niggaz I be on my tours Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Ruckus in the square, I rough like the Clan
on my arm, pen and pad in my hand Punk motherfuckers better of the Shaolin interactive project Children of the Corn Gats and my man, keep 'em bustin' till he's
so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn 'Donna come through everyday my Changes and switches, I to make ladies out of bitches niggaz get stitches
So what up that kid, danger when I attack kid how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid Form another pyramid, how we slid All Park Hill, Stapleton politic
On a twenty dollar bill all in it You can't fuck with the weather, yaknahmean?
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