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

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

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on some
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and a goner
I the cash don't flash the cash what?
You figgedy-front on kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it from the sewer to the
the burnin' sand, biggedy
Back to Business my miggidy-man
Got plans to blow, solidifyin all in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and

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

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

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

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the 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
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
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 you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

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

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

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

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

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

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