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U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
Who's there? Another hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
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
up back up I keeps it hard
You to watch
But can't touch nigga or catch a charge

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

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

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

We don't need no gat, just 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 cat, on a black night and I'm black

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

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they and never saw
When I jump in my car, go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the was them cats up in the car?
One of got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

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

Soldier mind crime nigga, live nigga
8-Off's hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

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

And hook off like Prince ahead
Duck yo' or go inside instead
to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

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

Don't even up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you duel, you fool
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? Another motherfuckin'
ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's

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