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

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
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 touch this nigga or catch a charge

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

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

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit
No paddles up shit's creek when time to
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 need no gat, cock me fuckin' back
And me spitfire 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 lyrical rap
Than a cat, on a black night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' and Hutch
While my blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too 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

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

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

When I blow off the top, I got this like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique 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 mind nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I bust 'em the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a
And switch up for the mix up and dig a 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, like you was Jon-Bennet

And of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' and never even seen a million
like 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 duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja

Who wanna 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,
Who's there? Another motherfuckin'
ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's

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