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

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

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

Papichulo with karate just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing Menudo
where we live and that's where we'll be when 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 in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, like Dion
PMD with my stripes on

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

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

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

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they 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 one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who wanna flex with the
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, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's there? motherfuckin' hardrock
ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, that nigga's name

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