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U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's Another 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
my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

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

Papichulo with karate chops just judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go 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, niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' Dion
PMD with my stripes on

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

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

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the
I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, out at large
Who the in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my like a fresh pack of halls

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen they seen and never saw
When I in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

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

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

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em that
I bust 'em from the to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em like a bitch
And up for the mix up and dig a ditch 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? as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

And some of y'all plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never even a million
Actin' y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' gold

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you
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 shit's
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash,

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

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