Stop as I this bomb Blow up this like another Vietnam I'm heavy like a blow to the dome Back up son now me room, give me room
I set it off like this, give it up I'm all up in you you just can't get enough I'm real to the bone you want more I sneak up on you like a sniper at back door
Phat flavor for your you know the time So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine I roll up on you like I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your
I spreads butter like Real smooth the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and the skill I'm in grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Cruiser Rollin' the hood I know you're gonna use a Track like all up in your eardrum So the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart
We gets crazy Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I think it's time to it Here I come again my stuff, so let's test it I'm like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the So hit the mad ism and light another The easy like stylist with a kick I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good in
Get with a style I be using, and no dissin' And here's a quick lesson I a Smith and Wesson Listen up close and be no confusion Now addicted to mentally abusing
to the mother I'm here to tear it up And if you can't get with it, I give a fuck So run to crew and tell them I am here This here is for the people, yo
We crazy like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack We crazy like Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We crazy like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
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It's the funky rhyme killer, the dope song Get your ass back, before you get in ya Funky rhyme killer, the dope thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya Funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya
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We gets like Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack