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RZA came and got me, what I came to do, come on
Ring the so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the
Doc rock a wife beater with me 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 worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta how I tame and lock
The rap single-handed? Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's 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 it's wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. truck
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little
ya fuckin' money

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

What is hip-hop to hot
It's like Funk Doc to tissues, word
Look at my and get the third
Finger out ya ear hole "Fuck what you heard"
Now, what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I tool
I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the
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
Ain't no rules to the
If it is we playin'
In your like EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
You that bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka tatat
Slugs

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

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

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