Stop as I drop bomb Blow up this place like another I'm like a Holyfield blow to the dome Back up son now give me room, me room
I set it off like this, give it up I'm all up in you till you can't get enough I'm real hard to the bone you more I sneak up on you a sniper at your back door
flavor for your brain you know the time So check the wrath it's for 'cause I'm gonna get mine I roll up on you Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through neighborhood
I spreads butter like Real smooth the flow and even when I parlay Do you feel and check the skill I'm in your grill, peep I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep or Land Cruiser Rollin' through the hood I know gonna use a like this all up in your eardrum So the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart
We gets like Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack
Go and check it I think it's time to it Here I again with my stuff, so let's test it I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am to the point So hit the mad ism and another joint The easy like stylist with a kick I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good in
Get with a style I be using, and no dissin' And here's a quick lesson I carry a and Wesson up close and there'll be no confusion Now addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother I'm to tear it up And if you get with it, I don't give a fuck So run to your crew and them I am here here is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack We gets crazy like Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We crazy like Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart
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It's the funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya Funky rhyme killer, the dope song Get your ass back, before you get in ya
We gets crazy like Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack