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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the moonshinin', I'm Starsky and Hutch
While my rims blindin', P rollin' the Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom my balls like 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 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the fuck was cats 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 in my fiends for the G's
People low rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

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

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

And some of y'all just civilians
Talkin' shit and never even seen a
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when niggaz
small figures and chasin' gold diggers

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

Who wanna flex 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 Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck nigga's name

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot 'cause you knock, knock,