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U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked
there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like up with the flow
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

On my at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I keeps it
You like to
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just judo
Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Creed

to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts
We're the B-boys, hows some hardcore in the speakers
For the Mic Dons, callin' Dion
PMD shinin' my stripes on

In the saddle, around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek time to battle
Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat
This nigga, of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my niggaz

We don't no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my volerical
It's a of a miracle that, my iron spittin'
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a chat
'Cause I'm with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' and Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the
'Cause I'm too much for and grandpa's to solve
the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a pack of halls

Right to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever what they seen and never saw
When I in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them up in the car?
One of got a gat, the other one wanna spar
out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
People low rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get mans together
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, run together

mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like
I bust 'em from the back to the
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream a bitch
And up for the mix up and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I a six up

And off like Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as
You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet

And some of y'all just plain
Talkin' shit and even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, y'all niggaz
small figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't even up to me yappin'
Or Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna with the influential
With mad credentials on we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's
For me to kick your ass for trash, punk

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk,
U got shot 'cause you knock, knock,