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

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I and lock
The rap game single-handed? 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 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 games
But sewn wrong
I ride 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 degrees my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go
Somebody pull the fire along when stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots
Pro's and con's, and so-on's
By arid try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got

is hip-hop to hot nickels?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues,
at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck you heard"
Now, that's what I hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I tool
I been shitty, I'm from the of the city
And just because my outfit match make me pretty

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

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

But now, get similar to Ol' Dirty
On time felon just hit with over 30
No worries, have 'em so thirsty
First degree heats are on me
Cold turkey, no
I bring the of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my that's why I came
But first bring the burst, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like 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 a nigga do to get cream
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