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Hit the tuck and roll E's on fire
I'm your motherfucker but not Jerry
I'm the dark skinned packin' Mac 10 who get
Effective puttin' in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' caps the map
Yo the crew's royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the pools

And the sauna, on some marijuana
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess and youse a goner
I stash the don't flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on this kid I that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, it from the sewer to the land
Cross the sand, biggedy
to Business with my miggidy-man
Got to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game
Like coalition, look and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that shit
Call me Sonny, with pounds of
Bringin' raw music, call my style
Please say, "Mister" when you me

Yeah uh, EPMD and Das EFX, time to
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in tape deck
Steel, I hold it, put it together
Hangin' down, bust it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up from Virginia, on the
dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's how ya livin'
Fat like Thanksgiving, drop shit like a pigeon

Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black to Ranger
Danger, I'm the planet like Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split your monkey ass in half like split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
the Squadron wants, uhh bill it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, priests hold the bible

God bless, to any MC who wanna
Survival of the fittest, fuck it or death
With manuevers, rapper slash producer
Puttin; it down E-Dub, in the sewer

Some thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin' beers out of mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on brand apparel
Briggidy-bringin' drama like Travolta in Arrow

But niggidy-no for that, Smith squeeze the gat
'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy wild like the head, of Golden Child
styles, sinister smile, we takin' bails to trial

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill