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RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, on
Ring the bell so it's to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb the palm
Doc rock a wife with 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 ain't for days
why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta how I tame and lock
The rap single-handed? Hell nah
I won't tell you son, if I find a wack ID, I you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's like Lector's
Where's the ketchup? Don't on it, shut ya trap
I see ya crew yellow like mustard packs

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap games
But sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee
Then pull a mac out a box of snow
Yeah, ya little
ya fuckin' money

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

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

Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to
In a room full of crackers I might cut the
Ain't no to the game
If it is we playin'
In your business like EPMD, "So sayin'?"
You that bullshit yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka tatat
Slugs

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

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

I muscle outside I find 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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