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

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I 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 lecture's like Hannibal
Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya
I see ya whole yellow like mustard packs

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

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

What is to hot nickels?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues,
at my hand 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 pack
I been shitty, I'm the veils of the city
And just because my outfit don't make me pretty

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

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

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

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