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

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 knees at the of God
Straight up up I keeps it hard
You like to
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops like judo
Fuckin' 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 Apollo Creed

to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' 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 when time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so a bat channel
This nigga, of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them my fuckin' niggaz

We need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me my volerical fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my spittin'
Ain't peelin' 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 rims blindin', P rollin' the Dutch
I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the 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 got a gat, the other one wanna spar
out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars
Stick up my in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, 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, run together

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

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

And hook off Prince Naseem ahead
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 plain
Talkin' shit and never even a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when niggaz
With small figures and chasin' diggers

Don't even up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard Bruce and Sam Jackson
now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 like my nigga Ja Rule

Who flex 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, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's there? Another motherfuckin'
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow 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 fuckin' shit, chk, chk,
U got 'cause you knock, knock, knocked