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

On my knees at the of God
Straight up back up I it hard
You to watch
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing Menudo
Underground's 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, callin' Dion
PMD shinin' with my on

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

We need no gat, just 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
Than a black cat, on a black and I'm black

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

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they and never saw
When I jump in my car, 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 one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin'
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get mans 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, niggaz

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

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

And some of just plain civilians
shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, y'all niggaz
With small and chasin' gold diggers

even come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

Who flex with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too
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 Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that 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