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

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
up back up I keeps it hard
You to watch
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

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

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

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

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

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

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 8-Off

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

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

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em that
I bust 'em from the back to the
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 Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' or go inside instead
to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

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

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

Who wanna flex the influential
mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
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 there? Another hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the
Introducing, yo, that nigga's name

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