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

Blast, don't
Do I explain how I tame 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 lecture's Hannibal Lector's
the ketchup? 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 sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. truck
pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya fuckin'

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

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

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

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes from to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines ya wits scream, kids fiend
From the urban to
Roll me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We longer than dice in a casino
in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted I lie low
On some tryin' to slide 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 heats are quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no
I the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name why I came
But first the cash burst, then the outburst
My sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse

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