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

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

On my at the mercy of God
up back up I keeps it hard
You like to
But can't touch nigga or catch a charge

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

Time to speak up, fagot niggaz these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the
For the Mic Dons, callin' like
PMD shinin' with my on

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

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

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

Right to Allah, I'm the roughest 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, swingin'
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than

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

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

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

And off like Prince Naseem ahead
yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

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

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

Who flex with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's
For me to kick your ass for trash, punk

U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow 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,