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It's
As you may heard
To smoke the fat one and let the thunder
It's okay, to this loud
Mr DJ, don't to sweat you down

I stuck my fingers in the socket, I blew up a rocket
in the market, now I cannot it
Oh mami, oh papi, why envy me?
up my creativity with all this negativity
so now I'm gin-and-seng
Anything to with my concentration with hallucinations
of invasion, from on the nation
to get my style
Cos I'm to transmit into some funky ish
Can you get with
Zay, villaveu, yes, ugh!
They ask me if I'm nasty, they ask me, bet me too
Like osh-kosh-bigosh, osh cock their cocks
Osh Miss iss oh shit
I mad styles, get it get it
I'm wit it wit it if you wit it, oh then let's split it
a 20 sack, and I'ma be back
wit my boy Craig like that, ugh!

[Craig
Don't sweat me
This jam needs a frontin MC, leave MC's in the ground
Here come the sound
Worth more than the coke that sellin by the pound
I the street like Shaft
Hop to kick a paragraph, floatin on the funk like a raft
Down with Sista, it's the MC twister
boy I'll pop you like a blister
Craig Mack's a Jedi with The Force of course
I can run MC's thru my teeth like dental
So back up and sweat me down
Boo on locks, fat boys nabbed the home town
And you can get the balls like
Hittin wicked like the funkalicious that's phat, uhh
And we can get in forth off the back


Oh if, I could bring
I farts I poops cash from my ass
Cos If You Think You're Now
Bobby Womack in gangsta format, I dunk shit like Shaq
I'm not greedy, I feeds the needy, I smokes a
I feel, the need to stroke the
Oh big daddy, is you *slurp*
to slurp me in mouth like spaghetti?
Hi Ho Silver, ya killer, my drug
fo' reala, I some Miller, ugh
up in the sky ARGH ARGH!!
It's a birdie, yes I'm for certy
eyed peas, all in my butt like fleas
Oh we's smell
All in my
My amplifier's on the maxi light, Kotter Welcome