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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, bomb the palm
Doc rock a wife with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the
I stay hungry, I worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains

Blast, panic
Do I gotta how I tame and lock
The rap game Hell 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 ketchup? Don't speak on it, ya trap
I see ya whole yellow like mustard packs

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap games
But sewn wrong
I ride ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya money

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

What is to hot nickels?
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 like Handyman I tool
I been shitty, I'm from the of the city
And just because my outfit match don't make me

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

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

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

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