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Yo, it out
Coming right at you
with another hit
Illegal in the motherfuckin
With Sermon, takin over in the 90's, youknowhatI'msayin?
on the solo tip
and this how we do it
We gettin buzy on track
Aiyyo, it
Do ya like

Malik'll the lawnmover, and Kris'll play the grass
I ate MC's, cause why? ABC whipped!
Illegal cuts that ass, the way I will punch you
think I was a kid G, that's why I took the time out
to say I gets buzy, like Dizzy, Gillespie
So stretch your eyes, but you still couldn't see me
Now, skippidy-doo-dah, di-di-di
I don't need no permission, I still out and play
To Uncle Sam I say, "Scram!" Say my numbers aren't
but to get with the army, all I have to be is rough
and tough, and no to lie about my age
get fly with my tongue, and go on a rampage
I'm going off, it's Little Malik
And no sucker, not all about maturity
Now if you want beef, it, cause a fuss
And no, little kids, this nothin for Da Youngsta's
Ya can't see me
It's no relation, so we run in the family
Yeah, and I'm still the
Cause I'm a straight up nigga, ain't nothin me Kris Kross...
... you little
I have the to get respect, I'm gettin wreck
Don't even try to scam, because no threat to me
Can't ya, who rhymes, sellin Jermaine's life stories

[repeats in background: Rick] "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health"

I getz
I getz buzy on this track, cause I getz
Malik getz buzy on this track, cause I buzy
Malik buzy on this track, cause I getz buzy
Malik getz buzy on track

I getz buzy with my shit, you shouldn't fucked with me
I'm not a ordinary kid it's the shit G
And with Malik, my shit'll be pumpin, punkin
You step out the fuck in it? just like a pumpkin
Swingin bolos, and buckshots
So when you look in the mirror, it be Illegal on knots
So my to you is fade, stay out my way
I'm a young bull on a rampage, I don't play
Jam was a dopefiend, my rhymes and crews are fat
Check out my ryhmes, and now my gat
because I'm always strapped pack a loaded rhyme
And steppin get knocked off, from here to Zimbabwe, out
Cause I ain't havin shit, in ninety-three
Cause if you fuck with this shit, you gotta with Malik, uh-huh
You call me pussy, come and play you get
But if your bitches is burned, I call her out of luck

[repeats in background: Rick] "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health"

I getz y'all
Jamal buzy on this track, I getz buzy
I getz buzy on this track, Jamal buzy
I buzy on this track, I getz buzy
Jamal buzy on this track

[Erick
Ahhhhh, make me wanna holla ("RRAAAAAOOWWW!") like Busta
And get down, get down, from 'You a
Cocaine hit, the shit, yo
I'm swifter than Flash when I'll be cracking black ass
Like this, my style's
and rumpshaking, like the bumba claat
Who can see me? My rap format is diezel
when I be rockin with
It Smells Like Spirit, but not Nirvana's
It's real hip-hop music, like Bambaata's
So off, heeyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy
Yo the E-R-I-C-K yo...

[repeats in background: Slick "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health"

I'm gettin buzy
I'm gettin buzy on track, I getz buzy
getz buzy on this track, I getz buzy
Erick getz buzy on this track, I getz
Erick buzy on this track