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Brothers wanna know, what's goin' on about the
On the group, and so on and so
So what you talk for, you know I came for
A ground war

Talkin' same old style
old song, same old thang
Sweatin' yourself, you're busy yo
Huh, but you still can't

I'd rather rip, and still the flip
On the mic and hit, and then trip
Into I ever miss yo
You still shit
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and props but you can't rap
Wanna about a wannabe, never gonna be
gonna be, who's gonna see
Come near here, come here yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you compete
You steal my voice, steal our sound
my beats, you wanna fuck around
I don't play son, shorts do I none

You need better call 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
Drink you up a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, like a river
Yeah, style's what I ya

Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make makin' 'em
Takin' 'em, bakin' 'em, no 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
Wanna about a man, yo who is he or she

You got nerve to even that
What about that, yeah, what's up that rumor talkin'
We make a hit
We've been makin' while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, lookin' for a deal
Yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz,yeah,you ain't
Niggaz, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, who are you? You real
Niggaz, yeah, you you real
Niggaz, man
Niggaz, get out my

Yeah, motherfuckers wanna
I keep in store for they ass
They ain't got the style to no shit
I bust rhymes and and just blow shit out

Let me ask one
You I fell off? Well come test then
You ain't the man to the Big X
Fuck around become next

Yes, shit is gettin'
Very wild, slick and much
But watch when I come with the X shit
Then that, motherfuckers wanna quit

Whether or not, you it or not, you're wack it's true
Your whole crew doo doo
I keep to wipe the first face
I'm like a team that stays in place

Winnin', like the motherfuckin'
You got to kick? Then drop science
Math, English, fuck it I it
Yo Ced, and grab the mic

Yo let's begin with a phrase quite hype
I'll control soul Gee get right
the mix like a DJ spinnin' on
The is buggin, rememberin', "Bring it On"

The phrase that stand to all that try
To step to the Gee get and I wonder why
Hmm, like Arsenio Hall said, I
You like butter you're soft and you're quite stink

to perpetrate, sayin' you're hard right
You hit money you're fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you know you're not
You immature, like a amateur petty

(You ready)
Tto step on the stage, get hit with the jab
like the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You slept on the Gee, yet, true Ultra
But now we're back and, we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, you're wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you real

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you real
Niggaz, man get out my