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And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And puttin' it on wax
It's the new

and three and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
Down with and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got juice than Picasso got paint
Got rhymes that are and rhymes that are slick
I'm not surprised you're on my

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and and beans
Always bust the new
I get it, I got it, I it's good
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my is not straining
People always and I'm sick of complaining
So I into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I your glasses
You're Secausus, I'm from Manhattan
You're jealous of me because girlfriend is cattin'

it is, kick it!

Father to many, to none
And in you're unaware I carry a gun
into the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and him in the back
I had to get a beeper my phone is tapped
You keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank, I can get high
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, twin in my bed
Their father had Aids so I him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the I like
I'll steal your honey I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making green
I've got the girlie's numbers the places I been

it is, kick it!

You want to why, because I'm
October 31st, that is my date of
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from coast to
And when I get my fill I'm chilly
We rag-tag girlies back at the
And then we all places when I ring the bell
I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the
But I'm fly at Fat Burger when I way out
K-I-N-G-A-D
All the fly are on my jammy
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Continental
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I her some rhymes and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a powered jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I Colombo

Let me my throat
it over here baby pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
Feel the drop

Coolin' on the on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of girls and a lot of
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my pocket and my on the trigger
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, some voices got
We got the kind of voices that are in face
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the to the apple, to the peach to the plum
I'm the of the Ave., and I'm the king of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the checkin' at the party on the forty
Walking down the block the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads