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And on the cool in
Center on the mic
And we're it on wax
It's the new

Four and and two and one (What up!)
And I'm on the mic
the run (Word!)
with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't
And I got more juice than Picasso got
Got that are rough and rhymes that are slick
I'm not you're on my dick

Be-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up D.
Ah yeah, me
I got franks and pork and
bust the new routines
I get it, I got it, I know good
The I write, you wish you would

I'm never in training, my voice is not
People always biting and I'm of complaining
So I into the locker room during classes
Went into your locker and I smashed your
You're from Secausus, I'm Manhattan
You're jealous of me your girlfriend is cattin'

it is, kick it!

Father to many, married to
And in case unaware I carry a gun
into the party, the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my home boy and him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm strapped
I got money in the bank, I can still get
why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice, sisters in my bed
Their father had Aids so I him in the head
If I played I'd be Jimmy Page
The I like are underage (Check it!)
with boyfriends are the kinds I like
I'll steal your like I stole your bike
My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the I been

There it is, it!

You want to why, because I'm
31st, that is my date of birth
I got to the and you know what I did the Smurf
Taxing all females from to coast
And I get my fill I'm chilly most
We rag-tag back at the hotel
And then we all switch places when I the bell
I at White Castle 'cause it's the best
But I'm fly at Fat when I way out west
whammy
All the fly ladies are on my
Went to the prom, wore the fly rental
Got six girlies in my Lincoln
I met a girl at the party and she to flirt
I told her some and she pulled up her skirt
Spent some bank, I got a high jumbo
Rolled up a wooly and I watched

Let me my throat
Kick it over here pop
And let all the fly skimmies,
Feel the beat

on the corner on a hot summer day
Just me, my and M.C.A.
A lot of beer, a lot of and a lot of cursing
automatic on my person
Got my hand in my and my finger's on the trigger
My gettin' big and my posse's gettin' bigger
Some voices got treble, voices got bass
We got the kind of voices that are in your
Like the bun to the burger, like the to the bun
Like the cherry to the apple, to the to the plum
I'm the king of the Ave., and I'm the of the block
I'm M.C.A., and I'm the King
I'm Mike D., I got all the fly
On the at the party on the forty deuce
down the block with the fresh fly threads
Beastie Boys fly the heads