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You wanna WHAT??Jump up and get bucked

The original, Dirty fuckin shit up
Empty your clip of lyrics, in your and gut
All punks the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter a meteor, scorching ego's
Fake ho, gangsters and heroes
pull me over like you under arrest
Some I know act like bitches without breast
Dick riders, I hope you got your
flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex

The arrest through your project
Met Jean, had safe sex
Some MC's get caught up in the

Mixing crack with sex, so they for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have stressed
Everytime you in the east, snatch the chain off your chest
Actin you want some, but wan't none
to make your finger like a gun, but faggots
never bust

Chorus: 4X

99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas shit
And most of these suck dick

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Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of
Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the
99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck in the industry

in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, body?No I'm back in 3D
I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head
respect, bust suspect hit the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn New York is on the set
vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
Laser sharp jagged edges bust third eye
Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you

but don't get caught the nigga'll testify
Switch a bitch, you not from East New York
Youse a motherfuckin

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Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, the mic dead and smelly
show, flows and hoes back at the telly
Not your average nigga, gets more nasty Dirk Diggler
I'm back like the night, down on The Riddler

Fake talk tough, but he's off the trigger
So ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
I'm the original, in cause forgot, when it comes to war

I get raw, add mic to the one's I rip
the gift, when the East is in the house
You should equipped

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