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

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

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

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

In the saddle, fuck around, get your 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 your pockets
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin'

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

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

Right to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what seen 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 got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
Stick up my in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, than steam

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

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream 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 Naseem
yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

And some of y'all just 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 Hard with and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you
I'm a 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

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

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

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got 'cause you knock, knock, knocked