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It's this y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all, like that y'all
It's this y'all, it's like that y'all

This is the for the barbaric an' the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, keepin' it real
While you was in your bed, we was makin' a mill'
Got up with Sermon, dropped 'You Gots 2 Chill'

Then bugged, turned hardcore B boy, slash thug
fake love, with fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin' they mouth the place bugged
An' a slug an' no one see nothin' but mask an' gloves

Ayyo, likewise, I come in strong no disguise
Ruthless, me, transformed, I'm Eazy-E
the point of rockin' the joint
I'm blowin' the spot, the scene with my team

NFL, 'Niggaz for life', so that
I see a few clowns, so the steel at?
Me an' my boys are ready, aim an' hold it steady
For who dream, believe, I'm Freddie

Now yo, if you got more dollars in pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you from the South
An' let me you say, "Hell yeah", hell yeah
Say, "Hell yeah", hell

Ayyo, I the mic an' strike, explode an' ignite
Off the head, reminiscin' some shit last night
No dough in the pocket but that shit's
An' these fagots always stress me, so I keep my tight

Who am I? The cat to put that ass on
Fuck your sister, then with you, then tell her man,"Hi"
Then start stalkin', three point shot Hershey Hawkins
Takin' it back to the Seventy-Sixers like Dawkins

Yo, I come through camouflaged with the Squadron
Lookin' like ghetto
the name, there's no mistakin'
I rob you for all you got an' keep

The blah buck off like a wild Jamaican
Earthquakin' an' dominatin' the
Yes, on the scene, the duo,
off, causin' ruckus in five boroughs

Yo, this shout out goes to
You know what I'm sayin? On [Incomprehensible]
Newport Squadron
EPMD, you know what I'm

To the Brentwood Posse, just say
"Make money, money, money, money, money"
Make money, money, make money, money,
say, "Make money, money, make money, money, money"
Make money, money, make money, money,

Yo, who grabs the mic an' spit flows while you swing
I'm high off the endo, but up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks an' watch the Mo'
Hundred dollar bills dippin' po nine while my niggaz

Yo, yo, yo, P chill, chill,
Niggaz is in fightin' B
Yo, lounge out man, goddamn, niggaz is always fuckin' up
Just put shit on they can dance to then