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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my nigga DJ motherfuckin
We take this shit back to the Mixmaster days
and put it all in your
and wiggle it a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? favors nigga
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We playin witcho' bitch-ass either
YouknowhatI'msayin? try to walk the walk, talk the talk
But that bullshit ain't man {*scratches*}
I said that ain't nothin man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz do what we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit ain't man!"*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. shut the up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys
or they put knots all ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
my nigga Q.. I call him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
{"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha,

Now off of two-fifths of (drank drank)
They got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to (spank spank)
you can kick it but ya sister cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round like a septic tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is (stank stank)
Runnin 'round beggin all the for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like you cain't (nah nah)
Cause everytime ass come around I faint (wooo!)
People get to out;
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you yo' ass back smellin like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you with the demos (demos)
Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes)
Talkin bout your comin out (out out)
But you need to put gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and y'all can my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first
Let me shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big gon', go against the grain
Hit him up when it's foggy outside, about to
It's about to teflon cop-killers
But we ride can't-stop-killers
I you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I ain't get no
And if you come around the way, I should get you
I wish you luck, I'ma you kiss the gun
And I gon' stop until my justice done
What you wanna be labelled as, a or a duck?
What powder you cut, you wanted building for what?
When you rep that building, what you said for that
If it wasn't for me, you woulda DEAD in that building
You know what it feel like to say I own that building
Get in that building, or control that building
You know that feeling, you ain't condone that killing
Cause the cops came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was in them buildings
You in front of these buildings, frontin like you them
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave bitch money cause you always been a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the in the spot, spit back in the block
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block new glocks out the box
All fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Talib
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm rock this and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to on or one to blow on
Bet you Quik get his dough on, I spit the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause leave what I float on
I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all niggaz'll never like tantric sex
The universal that represent the planet best
How I manifest from to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're
Got my name all in your mouth you pierced your tongue
Pimped the game so we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow like George
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope like arms and of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the like gats
In Cali studios we rest the up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and like they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth they just lookin for beats
Y'all don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and muscle
Niggaz don't the lyrics, they respect your hustle
The is like Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like tapes
Y'all this in your face, slow down like Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin with Quik, you straight