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

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I tame and
The rap single-handed? Hell nah
I won't you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup? Don't on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow mustard packs

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

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

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

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

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

But now, get wild to Ol' Dirty
On third felon just hit with over 30
No worries, style 'em so thirsty
First heats are quittin' on me
turkey, no mercy
I bring the of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name why I came
But bring the cash burst, then the outburst
My surround sound ya ear like Jevon Kearse

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