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RZA and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's to eat
Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb the palm
Doc rock a wife beater with me beatin' my wife ass on
The front, my pump built the Klumps
To carry it I the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for
That's why you see the pump when the curtains

Blast, don't
Do I gotta explain how I tame and
The rap game Hell nah
I won't you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's like Hannibal
Where's the Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap games
But it's wrong
I ride ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little
Gimme ya fuckin'

Uhuh, it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my on
Playing with a stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody the fire along when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin' ya clothes and boots
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and
By arid try MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got

What is hip-hop to hot
like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the
Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, act fool
Mr. like Handyman I pack tool
I shitty, I'm from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit match don't make me

Baggy Dun Gurees, need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I cut the cheese
no rules to the game
If it is we playin'
In your business like EPMD, "So sayin'?"
You co-designin' bullshit yo man tryin'
chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel like ya wits scream, kids fiend
From the urban to
Roll upon me thirstin' "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with 0
Behind the windows I lie low
On hydro tryin' to slide from the 5-0

But now, get similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time felon just hit with 30
No worries, style have 'em so
First degree heats are on me
turkey, no mercy
I bring the of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my name that's why I
But first bring the cash burst, the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear Jevon Kearse

I flex outside I find a next hustle
with ya here and face the tec-muscle
Even the best buckle win, I take it to the
It gets ugly, but it's what a do to get cream
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