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Shabazz]
? rappers are of this, since I'm a Don I'm pulling out a hit
'cause I'm fired up, I'm of all the bullshit
Flavor Unit, time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green
on the refills, you see we feel
The of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million to die
We torch and ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass looking like this boo-boo slipped the door
to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I give a fuck!'
I'm a Panther, I love meat
After I kill ya, leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are and real fast
I tie one to a and go drag ya ass
I'm more than a threat, I'm a
To hell with cotton, out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a or croak
Shit ya prop, go back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be the way
Putting rappers commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we're rappers out
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Here comes trouble and all that, in fact contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the format
you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got to lose
Fuck around, lay and get stuck up
You beatnit, wait a minute, the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid,
Handicapped, and "pussy" was my middle name
You couldn't beat me slick, that neck like a Chico stick
I know who beat'cha (who?), my grip
Failing this to some of tournament
I cut ya fucking head off and use it as a Christmas tree
and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
He's with the 40-below footprint on his
Fucked up, got stuck, go your luck
Both of his legs were in back of a garbage truck
Head found in the bar of a
The of his body at a dove site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you bragging
Ya fucked up, made a turn and entered the dragon
I you I'm out to stalk,
Last tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, me, I'm getting rappers' ass
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You of been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass
You challenge Treach, seal you quick, you can't touch that
I thought you did a triple 'cause you "Aw, fuck that!"
Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearing aid or two then I'm 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small
Club all be, I'm wrecking on all 3
This means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck a fucking bubble?
A-B-C, to the S-T
You-V-W-X, the why-Z
Brand new, Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape them and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me
let me hear another tune, tune me in
So I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I to go
Break this for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon this is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out
Put on a tip or hitting hips, I'm than quick
I Grease my Lightnin', frightening how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool
Two types of marrying thick or very thin
By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
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