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RZA came and got me, what I came to do, come on
the bell so it's time 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 like the
To it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for
That's why you see the when the curtains raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I tame and
The rap game single-handed? nah
I won't tell you son, if I a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My like Hannibal Lector's
Where's the Don't 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 games
But it's wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya fuckin'

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

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

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

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes from magazines to the big
Fo' wheel machines like ya scream, kids fiend
the urban to sub-urban
Roll upon me thirstin' "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 tryin' to slide from the 5-0

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

I flex muscle outside I a next hustle
Trouble with ya here and face the
Even the best win, I take it to the extreme
It ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream
life