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Brothers wanna know, goin' on about the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so
So what you for, you know what I came for
A motherfuckin' war

Talkin' same old style
Same old song, same old
Sweatin' yourself, gettin' busy yo
Huh, but you can't hang

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
Into I never miss yo
You ain't shit
Thinkin' you're all that, got

The rep and props but you still rap
talk about a wannabe, never gonna be
Ever be, who's gonna see
Come near here, here child yeah
I got flavor, style,

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

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

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

You got nerve to talk that
about that, yeah, what's up with that rumor talkin'
We can't a hit
We've been hits while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, lookin' for a hardcore
Yeah, you real

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

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

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

Let me ask one
You think I fell off? come test then
You the man to stop the Big X
Fuck around [unverified] next

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

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

Winnin', the motherfuckin' Giants
You got rhymes to kick? Then drop
Math, English, it I said it
Yo Ced, come and the mic

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

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

Tryin' to perpetrate, you're hard right
You hit money you're fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you you're not ready
You sound immature, like a petty

(You ready)
Tto on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
Just 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 and, MC's we're slappin'
We're givin' no slack and, because you're
And yeah, you real

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

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