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RZA came and got me, this what I 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 me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump 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 when the curtains raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I and lock
The rap single-handed? Hell nah
I tell 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 Don't speak 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 it's wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. truck
pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya money

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

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

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

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

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

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