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Y'all know the Pharoahe-fuckin-monch, ain't a damn changed You all up in the range, then your inebriated Phased from original plan, you deviated I the pain, with a long-term goal Took my loot, without the gold You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all I'm soon to motivate the room, control the like tomb raider Roc-clock dollars flip, like a waiter Style's greater, let my lyrics If you holdin up the wall, then you the point
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(yo, where you at? ) let me see em for the six-fives and the bm's Heads you beef, you put em in the mausoleum And the shit don't pumpin til after 12 pm Ugnh, minds, I free em If you tired of the old everyday you will agree i'm, The most obligated, hard and Stated to be the best, I must confess the made it Some might say this song is sexist-es Cause I asked the girls to rub on breast-eses Whether your the train or in lexus-es This is for rollies or timex-eses like exorcist, this is the joint You up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the up! Simon says get the up! Throw hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!) The bronx is in the shootin craps, now what's up? Girlies, rub on titties (yeahhhhhh) I said, rub on titties! New york city gritty commitee, pity the fool Act shitty in the of the calm, the witty
New jeru, get the up! Shaolin, get the up! isle, get the fuck up! Worldwide, get the up!