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A few words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya He comes

Down, like water, fresh out the clown
Drown you like weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly
Most rappers is real hard, but still rhymin'

To all, rise and shine, God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to and Cory
And got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll up towards the end of my days

My of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would see me follow behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's
Display your but say no

More or blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got to win

to settle, crews to crush
You rush in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin' my status
From AM to PM, you see him on file

I was told to step righteous, so when it's
Everyone say I stepped right
And whether religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his flash in my face, I'm to see the light

A few short words, and whaddya
Oh, know? He comes

Aiyyo, I'm up against walls, here's my back stiff straight up
and razzlin' broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, don't drop
Top drama every time these don't drop

Pop spots lint on your shirt, the net worth
To shoot the homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we all six
I the track, you just a dick

and hooded
Skin repeated like John
I like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better your lies

She say she better in my eyes, bullshit
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to
I put the pudding on her like Cosby
I tried to my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me

Bifocusedly die hopeless
Yo cry your poker face, you try it one time
God is an non pos', you stand to download
Demanded slaves on trial, we want free

Man cock aim ready, it's you MC
So you bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs
Through my veins since cable with the remote
like you wired his float

C'mon, Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our
A group of kids so original, you

C'mon, Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the street since 8 years old
Take us to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A of kids so original

Tony with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack
Bitin' is pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll rap back

And that'll hurt you Superman, chased by a group of men
With dyna-mics, hip-hop'll do you in
For you Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches full with brand new Keds

Cutmaster kill 'em, sure we cut classics
bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And lay whooptay, whooptay?

Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's
Since tunin' into T-La AJ
gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go in my OJ

A few short words, and know?
Oh, whaddya He comes