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U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck nigga's name

If you step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk,
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

On my knees at the of God
Straight up back up I it hard
You to watch
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

with karate chops just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you rap and go sing with Menudo
where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be Apollo Creed

Time to speak up, fagot droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' Dion
PMD with my stripes on

In the saddle, fuck around, get your rattled
No paddles up creek when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat
This nigga, of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin'

We don't no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my fact
It's a sign of a that, my iron spittin'
Ain't peelin' cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm Starsky and Hutch
my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for ma's and to solve
the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
Nobody's ever seen they seen and never saw
I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and Agallah

Yo, 215, who the was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

When I off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run

mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I bust 'em the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, 'em scream like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a up
And bounce, for luck, I throw a six up

And hook off like Prince Naseem
yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

And some of y'all just civilians
Talkin' shit and even seen a million
Actin' y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna with the influential
With mad credentials on we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to your ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that name

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk,
U got shot 'cause you knock, knock,