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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 inside the
Doc rock a wife beater me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump like the Klumps
To it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't for days
why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast, panic
Do I gotta explain how I and lock
The rap single-handed? Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's like Hannibal
Where's the Don't speak on it, shut 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 through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then 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
Playing with a dynamite stick, did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along when stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya and boots torn
Pro's and con's, and so-on's
By arid try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got

What is to hot nickels?
like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my and get the third
Finger out ya ear like "Fuck what 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 because my outfit match don't make me pretty

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

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

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

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