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U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's there? Another motherfuckin'
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the
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, 'cause you knock, knock,

On my knees at the of God
Straight up back up I keeps it
You like to
But can't touch this nigga or a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just judo
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 Apollo Creed

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 shit rattled
No paddles up creek when time to battle
Same place, bad time, so fuck a bat channel
nigga, object 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 watch me my volerical fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron
Ain't your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm

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
the windows 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

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever what they seen and never saw
I jump in my car, they 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 I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put hands together, get your mans together
Here's the together, here's the gun together, let's run together

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I bust 'em the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em like a bitch
And switch up for the mix up and dig a up
And bounce, for luck, I throw a six up

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

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

Don't even come up to me
Or you'll Die with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you 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 complete
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash,

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

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