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Hit the floor and roll E's on fire
I'm motherfucker but not Jerry Maguire
I'm the skinned packin' Mac 10 who get busy
Effective puttin' shit in the perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' across the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the chrome
and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on some
From Tiajuana, around 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, bringin' it from the sewer to the
Cross the sand, biggedy
Back to Business my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of Bronx shit
Call me Sonny, pounds of money
Bringin' raw music, call my swoosh
say, "Mister" when you introduce me

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

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

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of
your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water

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

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend 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, like priests the bible

God bless, to any MC who test
of the fittest, fuck it life or death
With will manuevers, rapper producer
Puttin; it with E-Dub, in the sewer

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

But need for that, Smith squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy shine like the head, of Golden Child
styles, sinister smile, we takin' bails to trial

You intrigued by the way, we do our
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

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, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill