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

If you step to my motherfuckin' 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
Straight up back up I it hard
You to watch
But can't touch this or catch a charge

with karate chops just like judo
Fuckin' coolo make you rap and go sing 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, fagot niggaz these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, like Dion
PMD shinin' my stripes on

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

We don't need no gat, just cock me back
And watch me my volerical fact
It's a of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
Ain't your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler with rap
Than a black cat, on a black and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' and Hutch
While my blindin', while 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 suckin' my like a fresh pack 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 fuck was them cats up in the
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 the gleam, hotter than steam

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

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

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

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

even 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 Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the
With mad credentials on we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash,

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