Stop as I drop bomb Blow up this place another Vietnam I'm like a Holyfield blow to the dome Back up son now me room, give me room
I set it off like this, give it up I'm all up in you till you just can't get I'm real to the bone you want more I sneak up on you a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you the time So check the wrath it's for real 'cause I'm get mine I roll up on you Eastwood I'm blowing up as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Real smooth with the flow and even I parlay Do you feel and check the skill I'm in grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Cruiser Rollin' the hood I know you're gonna use a Track this all up in your eardrum So the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
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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
Go and it I think it's time to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so let's it I'm like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the So hit the mad ism and light 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 I carry a Smith and Wesson Listen up close and be no confusion Now you're to mentally abusing
Word to the mother I'm here to it up And if you can't get it, I don't give a fuck So run to your crew and them I am here This is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
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We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We crazy like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
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It's the rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, before you get in ya Funky rhyme killer, the dope thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack
We gets crazy Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack