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Just understand the whole son, y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here, there's over there
Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, here
And the real from
And make it mo' better like everywhere
dynamic duo times two bro

Fucking global, fucking domination in rap shit

is bon jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and go
Worldwide camp with smoke by the truckload
Or the west coast, where show me tons of love
Doc and tray deee jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from to coast
Why not the real from both sides and go for broke?
No ass joke, like buck or rakim, arms like down syms
Snatch up hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release slugs
these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous
When pumped up, I'm forced to jump up and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin of whorides
You try to avoid my that's when you die
News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus bruised guys
Cornball screamin, "ruck you on some other shit"
Mad I make music no longer for the love of it
What is this? y'all niggaz is like some velvet
You get with, a single shot to your pelvis

Now your hands in the air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real year
From the city of long to my home brownsville
Cause recognize real everytime for real

Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in
Kill em who got the right to make a sound?
My style break corners avenues and drives
It's time to mash in, it's a ride
you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
Steadily givin these don't pass these zones limits
I live the cruicial life, so pay attention
As I come through, for you and crew
It's just a man and his music, I afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you confusion, I mean it's useless
To to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental and ain't afraid to diss

We can't quit we can't we got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause heltah skeltah and this bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch)
trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit)

Life without money, that's like breathing no air
Prepare, there's no love in
Engage, I meet the front page, nicholas cage
And get served, and center stage
I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon
And get penetrated, telekinetic
Hostile, verbal in 3-d
every galaxy, throwin up d.p.

We in the house, when we outdoors
We in the with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down to the westside, my vocals test drive
You crazy, the shit I spit'll make a praise me
So say oh, you love the shit frequently
Oh for p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c
Me, bummy j and the d-a-z and ruckus
And kurupt we equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want we got some, worse than that we got guns
hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad 9's, the red dot kind
To a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me?

At the same time, you can catch me on corners smokin trees
Hopin these, niggaz battle the ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you be
On bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci
Make me the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries
I you be, on my dick pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga I that's clonin me

Now who, wants to be a real mc
Like heltah and the d-p-g
Swervin all through fuckin town
And layin punk down, hah!

Man, these servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a tanktop
I took to new jerz to cape cod
You be adventureous up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the
Who could it be comin through in all
Dogg gangstaz, number one, number two
evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme
I lay the cards on the table, a pick
The wrong choice'll get your chest cavity split
That's all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame
And format crumble right before his eyes pieces
Fake ass assassin with no and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no
Waitin for poetical satan, creatin
Runnin through camps walter payton
I'm all about money makin, and not makin
You're worth what you create in the garden of snakes

Yeah, and how we do it
Heltah and tha dogg pound
Runnin motherfucker
Yeah!