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

On my at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I it hard
You to watch
But can't touch this 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 where we'll be you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be Apollo Creed

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

In the saddle, around, get your 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, 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 miracle that, my iron
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a chat
'Cause I'm eviler lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the
'Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to
the windows to your 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

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

Yo, 215, who the was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the 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 the gleam, hotter than steam

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

Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down 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 like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a up
And bounce, then for luck, I a six up

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

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

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam
Right now, you duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex the influential
With mad credentials on we're too essential
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 Another motherfuckin' hardrock
ho hoh, let me like 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