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

If you wanna 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 knees at the of God
Straight up back up I keeps it
You to watch
But can't this 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 and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Apollo

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

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit
No paddles up shit's creek 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 don't 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' your cap, me and the 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' Starsky and
While my rims blindin', P rollin' the Dutch
I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of

Right to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, 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 rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

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

Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live
8-Off's hit 'em like, five 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 ahead
Duck yo' head or go inside
Step to me bourgeoisie? as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

And some of y'all plain civilians
Talkin' and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, y'all niggaz
With small figures and gold 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 Life like my Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the
With mad on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to kick your ass for trash, punk

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