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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, traject
Gimme my shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them up in the car?
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 rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you
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 live
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 up for the mix up and dig a ditch up
And bounce, for luck, I throw a six up

And off like Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go instead
Step to me Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

And some of y'all just plain
shit and never even seen a million
Actin' 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 Bruce and Sam
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

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

U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin'
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with 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