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Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew
I be the krayzie drayzie to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down brandy
They huffin 'n' but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my is universal
And I drinkin strives before dem commercials
I puff a el every time I gotta again
So I can climb the charts like Spiderman

Yo yo, I be the books but confuse me with scholastic
Boy, I'll sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist
Spot-blower when I'm not sober
Twisted in the I'm seein red like October
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a rapper deeper
Who get looser than the up in my fuckin
Flavor twice so you better rise up
Read the styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, I'm bout to shove an
Blunt, where I two-talk, New York undercover
And I don't pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so my raps shitty
Comin

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Comin thru wit my like this
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I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got like ziggy
Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you g?
I'm rantin and ravin, still
See I be causin even since I started shavin
This ain't craig but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just super Dave
I'm kiggity comin a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink doo doo

Giggity guess who next up on deck for
Shit is on and my palms don't
Forty days and nights get in some
To get this style and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to the murderers like Johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low dirty rotten
Juvenile cos I still stink wit ghetto flavor
Distortin my (check it out)
Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the
It's the books, underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type
And I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
Comin

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(Comin wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you we never miss
(Comin thru wit my like this)
(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew this)
Uh comin