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RZA and got me, this what 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 beater with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump like the Klumps
To it I take the spare out the trunk
I hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I tame and
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 like Hannibal
Where's the ketchup? speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew like mustard packs

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

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

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

Dun Gurees, dick need 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 co-designin' bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka tatat
flyin'

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes from to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream, kids
From the urban to
Roll upon me thirstin' like "Hey, hey, Dream-Merchant"
We roll than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with 0
Behind the tinted I lie low
On some tryin' to slide from 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 heats are quittin' on me
turkey, no mercy
I bring the of a hundred migraines
But a thousand my name that's why I came
But first bring the cash burst, 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
the best buckle win, I take it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but it's what a do to get cream
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