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

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

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

My ways of control is hard to
Known to lead, but some would see me follow behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis mine
your indie but say no

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

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

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

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

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

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

Overlapped and
repeated like Stutterin' John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't
George of this life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better than lies

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

die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an non pos', you 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 since cable with the wired remote
Woodgrainin' you wired his float

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

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

Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad who got 'em
We cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
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 like Superman, by a group of men
dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with new Keds

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

Use the ruse, sport and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tunin' T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface 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