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RZA and got me, this what I came to do, come on
the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the
Doc rock a beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for
why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I and lock
The rap game Hell nah
I tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My like Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup? Don't on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap games
But it's sewn
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee
pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
ya fuckin' money

Uhuh, it
I'm than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny
If ya leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their on
issue, got issues

What is to hot nickels?
It's like Funk Doc to tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the
Finger out ya ear hole "Fuck what you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act
Mr. Fix-It Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the
And just because my match don't make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees, dick room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the
Ain't no to the game
If it is we ain't
In your business like EPMD, "So sayin'?"
You co-designin' bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs

Yo, ya
Check, the echoes from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines ya wits scream, kids fiend
the urban to sub-urban
Roll me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in a
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with 0
the tinted windows I lie low
On some hydro tryin' to from the 5-0

But now, get wild similar to Ol'
On third time just hit with over 30
No worries, have 'em so thirsty
First degree are quittin' on me
turkey, no mercy
I the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name why I came
But first bring the burst, then the outburst
My surround pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse

I flex muscle outside I find a hustle
Trouble with ya here and the tec-muscle
Even the best buckle win, I it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but what a nigga do to get cream
life