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This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, you'll front and get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came from the

I was a young one at the time but started mic
Had rhythm like Ali when he was rope
I got crazy I heard the break beat
I used to lose it on niggaz on 4th and Street

They couldn't stop the attack once I moved
Many was drawn back, was seen awkward
Only armed with the bow and a mad
Poisonous arrows on a mark was set to go

Traveling at speeds towards a target
I never hit in crowded markets
Documenters catch this most intimate
In the center they close, label it the hooded

Remarkable clips of an uncut
They was the safe but never was left the code
Close up of those who have the road
armor like that nigga we call The Toad

This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, you'll and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came from the

is hip hop, MC's get busy
It's not pop, front and you'll get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that came the streets

Havoc on the block, shots the ratchet, sizzle pop
Slugs spinning control, body's drop
You the saying in the hood, fuck the cops
Certified on the clock, them ducks metal glocks

It takes on the planet in rocks
Take for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits
The enchanted, sticky green keeps my slanted
times coming up in the ghetto but the Sunn manage

Watch me advantage, get it, split it, panoramic
The notes I quote, water like the Atlantic
Never me frantic, swift with the antics
Bitch, niggaz vanish, niggaz, they run

Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun
Breaded from the slums of each one and one
done is done, son, the game is made
Stay sharp switchblades, continue to get paid

is hip hop, MC's get busy
It's not pop, you'll and you'll get dropped
listening to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm came from the streets

You know a hit when it split ya wig back
Young gatling, a .38 revolver
It's going down, for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round
Ninja men, in with the surrounding

'Nuff gunmen, 'nuff flatbush, strapped with the vest
No pussy test the God, the grounds is held
Illegal desert eagle, dog
Search for the body lost, of course it's BK

You niggaz got killed for sheik coats and big ropes
Legendary that sold coke
Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped in '88
The gate where son lay, never made the paper

Just caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, heat
Cops on the beat, stop the flow of the street
My dough is wheat, the fam gotta eat

This is hip hop, get busy
It's not pop, you'll and you'll get dropped
You're listening to slanged out
And and hoodies
With the rhythm came from the streets

This is hip hop, MC's get
It's not pop, you'll and you'll get dropped
You're to slanged out goodies
And Timberlands and
With the rhythm that from the streets

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