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This my nigga DJ motherfuckin We gon' this shit back to the Mixmaster days and put it all in jawmeat and wiggle it around a little bit, Party favors nigga Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em We playin witcho' bitch-ass either Niggaz try to walk the walk, talk the talk But that ain't nothin man {*scratches*} I said that bullshit nothin man! "aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*} Niggaz do what we do {"NO"} {*"Bullshit ain't man!"*} Damn; so what you to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop stop STOP!"} .. shut the fuck up and listen for a {"Listen!"} Pay - might learn somethin {"Now LISTEN!"} Don't you yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither or they put all UPSIDE 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) Baby you can it but ya sister cain't (nah nah) Runnin 'round smellin like a septic (ewwwahh) you need to stop you know your ass is stank (stank stank) Runnin beggin all the baller for bank (bank bank) Tryin to hit a lick but that you cain't (nah nah) Cause your ass come around I faint (wooo!) get to passin out; I'ma give you one more but yo' ass is out Now don't you bring yo' ass back smellin raw trout (trout) everytime I see you I'ma bust you out! (Here she come, out!) And you niggaz with the (demos) Man you as bad as dem hoes (hoes) bout your record comin out (out out) But you need to put gum in your mouth (hell yes) Cause before I hear you rhyme or you get a beat from
Da Kid Yo yo this Shyheim, and can suck my DICK! Son you owe me, fuck the dough I it in blood You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug Put me on to the game, bought me my chain Let me ride shotgun, in Benz and Range I'm how this big nigga gon', go against the grain Hit him up when foggy outside, about to rain It's about to teflon cop-killers But we ride can't-stop-killers I thought you was fam 'til you switched the Now you, rich and fuck, you forget the Heard you on the radio, but I get no plug And if you come around the way, I should get you I wish you luck, I'ma make you the gun And I ain't gon' stop until my done What you be labelled as, a coward or a duck? What powder you cut, you wanted that building for you rep that building, what you said for that building If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in that You know what it feel like to say I own that building Get dough in that building, or that building You don't know that feeling, you ain't that killing Cause when the cops came, you was like, "Shy in building" I remember the when you was shook in them buildings You in front of these buildings, frontin like you build When was home, you was on his dick And you gave that bitch cause you always been a trick You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the Fuckin clap at the cops, if I'm or not gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot I'm hot on the block like new out the box All y'all 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 kick the flow on Got shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I float on Plus I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie After I go on y'all niggaz'll bust like tantric sex The universal nigga represent the planet best How I manifest Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people! We hold this down like wherever you're Got my name all in your mouth like you your tongue Pimped the game so hard we them whores numb The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow George Young I'm the Don of rap, dope like arms and needles of crack My lyrics attack and arm the people like In Cali we rest the heat up on the console Peep Hollywood who think it's sweet like Comanco Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef But with a gun in they teeth just MC's lookin for beats don't want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they your hustle The is like Kinko's, makin copies while you wait And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, like tapes Y'all speed this in face, slow down like Screw tape Cause as as you rockin with Quik, nigga you straight