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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' and Hutch
While my rims blindin', P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, out at large
Who the fuck's in Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom my balls like a fresh pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what 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 up in the car?
One of got a gat, the other one wanna 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

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

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, 'em scream like 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 Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' or go inside instead
Step to me Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

And of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when y'all
small figures and chasin' gold diggers

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 like my Ja Rule

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

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like 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 you knock, knock, knocked