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

Blast, panic
Do I explain how I tame and lock
The rap game Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I find a ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My like Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup? speak 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 sewn
But sewn wrong
I ride through ya in a Mr. Softee truck
pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little
ya fuckin' money

Uhuh, it
I'm hotter than a hundred with my coat on
with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, and so-on's
By actions try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got

What is hip-hop to hot
It's like Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my and get the third
Finger out ya ear like "Fuck what you heard"
Now, that's what I hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm the veils of the city
And just because my outfit don't make me pretty

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

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

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

I flex muscle I find a next hustle
Trouble ya here and face the tec-muscle
Even the best buckle win, I it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but it's a nigga do to get cream
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