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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 inta AMI-seats, bomb 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 out the trunk
I hungry, I ain't worked for days
why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I tame and
The rap game single-handed? nah
I won't you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's like Lector's
Where's the ketchup? speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like 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. Softee
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
Gimme ya money

Uhuh, it
I'm than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and torn
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 tissues, word
at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya ear like "Fuck what you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act
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 room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the
Ain't no to the game
If it is we ain't
In your business EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
You that bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka cha-ta
Slugs

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

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

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