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

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk,
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

On my knees at the of God
Straight up up I keeps it hard
You to watch
But can't this nigga or catch a charge

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

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

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

We don't need no gat, cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my spittin'
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm

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

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever what they seen and never saw
I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and Agallah

Yo, 215, who the was them cats 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 in my fiends for the G's
People low rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

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

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

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

And hook off like Prince ahead
yo' head or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? as Dandy?
You get killed, you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey

And some of just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians, y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' diggers

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

Who wanna with the influential
With mad on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now complete
For me to your ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's there? motherfuckin' hardrock
ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducing, yo, that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
Gimme my shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got shot you knock, knock, knocked