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Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck
up just a sec Coolio, I'm on deck
(Malika)
Yeap, the diction is on
Causin' friction I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob Gotti
Like the body cool, the strap up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I step up with no bullshit

See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip
the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's strong
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to her
Ninety-five's on poppin', I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists like this when I'm mobbin'

I the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something
I'm Hi-C Spike Lee within tales from the hood
You need it, I'll it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin' like this you be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina

My is hard with players and hustlers
No toleration, for and busters
Fuckin' with me with all
You get rap songs comin' constantly
G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the while making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the and mosey to the Rosie
And I you to know G

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of niggaz want to fuck with us?
So the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's to get real
Why you bust your 'Cuz that's how I bail

me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is skinny
How many and squidgy think they can see me?
I'm from where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, then
you see me at my stage show
For my stage beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' to coast
Dogs the most rap, the then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I given 'em nuthin'
can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then all night
I got jabs like a welterweight
The pocket-pincher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it
Went from jackin' to to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my like Aladdin
Some fool tried to me for a punk

I had to have him like or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' with a of hogs
40 Thevz, Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in with that garbage
My crew see the and the hardest
So clear the path or get your ass bogarted

We bust and cuss and up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz to fuck with us?
So what's the It's time to get real
Why you bust your 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?

I peep and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For them steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be earnin' stripes in tight
All the homies nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't

Just like that Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven loss
And John that Austin won't soften
lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin' lofts men to New and in between
So take caution, leave the flossin' for dental
Mental plus my gene nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin' virginity

Coincidentally I run like Walter Payton
Niggaz hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a Dayton
I kick the bass like Ron at the Carter
C and B came strollin'
Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got smokin'
Figure, your stigma is of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz step like the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the back of Wino's
Like robbin' in the paint, think I ain't?
crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank
I rev like a motor float on a boat to kick a style
Like Tical from here to Dakota
The of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no

I bring death to the evil and power to the
My name ain't Steve Miller but I fly an eagle
play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no problems here
I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, out
Burned up like a cookout, so better look out

out the penalty box
Sportin' a cap, cut off dickies
And some high-top socks
The fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin' static
With lyrics still as tight as a jacket
The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, fuck your crew

the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your dreams
You best to wake up and
Niggaz yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga Westside mad circle

Ay man, ay ay, what's up
Uh, like loc, it's like late, get the fuck up out of here
Are we Yeah, yeah, fuck it
Fuck it, mad circle