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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And hook off Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go instead
to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey

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

Don't even come up to me
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam
Right now, you wanna duel, you
I'm a Dogg 4 like my nigga Ja Rule

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

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

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