Get yourself together now because it's hit Your as the hit makers Breaker breakers, makers They'll make your back crack, liver quiver For all you cats, we're gonna put dips in your hips cut in your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta in your soul If you don't dig this mess, you to the wrong address Because singing be loud and clear
Ali] Ayo, the music 'em jump back that, how y'all gonna come tracks, some fat, without lettin Ali touch that? Gun whack, read his You're not serious, I got few equals and no (so here he is) A seasoned veteran, an ego I turn it up another notch to keep the people Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so put feeble session teamin for the evening, so you heed the lessons
we go Lookin at me they know me bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no Never that, we keep it like breakfast So taste it, the are subtle So tighten up to Sluggo, try to decipher the puzzle But up though (Fuck that, jump back) I hold the like Notre Dame, I know your dame (We call her hunch back), Ali run
Ali] From lips to gods ears We mind yall bastards and cross hairs Applying our thug till y'all scared Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the stairs (ohh yeah)
Fuck that, jump back, yo, that Drippin off her nuts, wait, why she got a nut You fuckin are she-males From the retail to the e-mail, the feet felt you need help
x 2 Y'all need to watch and observe and then If we open for y'all it's still our I hear the same wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
[Brother (Slug) (Rappers to) ah yeah get their shits burned I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and I get learned (Yo I don't care were you represent son, your chicks?) We'll take her out for if you want to let your lips run
Listen, I know mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders in keeping when you ain't even keeping the that the DJ is spinnin Calm down little camper, I've got the You fuck exotic dancers You should grow a pair of tits and some It doesn't matter, turn it up, what the fuck you think amp's for?
[Brother I write poems, write rhymes, write my in the snow And I could use all of that to bend the frame of ho And I should but instead just pay the waiter and go But if I have a wife, yo, your kids'd be albinos Your respect is like a in the grass Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on it I wear my toilet paper so that can kiss my ass with your tongue out and write a love song it
Write that shit inside of your full of funny little scribbles The comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles The Minnesota missiles, taught communication, mutilation, holding pictures of sister naked
Ali] Ha ha, You to to walk down the stairs And now you're standing choking on my pubic hairs Telling me your is if you think the brother cares
If you bumping your gums we can fucking take it there
(Brother Ali) Yo a room full of bump rocks stop and do the walk (Rest shots from a cop, and ask him who's your pops) Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump and act happy (Sing my fucking chorus before I you in the face)
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