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"The following is rated R."

Uhh! God damn! Yeah!

This my DJ motherfuckin Quik
We gon' take this shit back to the days
and put it all in jawmeat
and wiggle it a little bit, hahaha
YouknowhatI'msayin? Party favors
Ahh yeah, y'all need a of 'em
We ain't playin witcho' bitch-ass
YouknowhatI'msayin? Niggaz try to walk the walk, the talk
But that bullshit nothin man {*scratches*}
I said that bullshit ain't man!
"aw, niggaz, niggaz.."*}
Niggaz can't do we do {"NO"}
{*"Bullshit nothin man!"*}
Damn; so what you need to do.. is.. {"stop stop stop STOP!"}
.. the fuck up and listen for a minute {"Listen!"}
Pay attention - might learn {"Now LISTEN!"}
Don't you carry yo' ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys
or put knots all UPSIDE ya motherfuckin head with the beats!
my nigga Q.. I call him..
{"Quik, Quik-Quik, Q-Quik, Quik-Quik"}
{"Too Quik!"}
Yeah.. Yeah.. {"Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik-Quik"}
Talk.. {"Motherfuckin Quik"} it
Yeah.. ooh! Haha,

Now off of two-fifths of (drank drank)
got yo' boy lookin for a bitch to spank (spank spank)
Baby you can kick it but ya cain't (nah nah)
Runnin 'round smellin like a tank (ewwwahh)
Girl you need to stop you know your ass is (stank stank)
Runnin 'round all the baller for bank (bank bank)
Tryin to hit a lick but like that you (nah nah)
Cause everytime your ass come I faint (wooo!)
People get to passin
I'ma give you one chance but yo' ass is out
Now don't you bring yo' ass back like raw trout (trout)
Cause everytime I see you bust you out!
(Here she come, out!)
And you niggaz with the (demos)
Man you just as bad as dem (hoes)
Talkin your record comin out (out out)
But you need to put gum in your mouth (hell yes)
Cause before I hear you or you get a beat from Quik

Da Kid
Yo yo this Shyheim, and can suck my DICK!
Son you owe me, fuck the I want it in blood
You was my homey, showed me nuttin but thug
Put me on to the game, bought me my first
Let me ride shotgun, in Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how big nigga gon', go against the grain
Hit him up it's foggy outside, about to rain
It's about to teflon cop-killers
But we ride can't-stop-killers
I you was fam 'til you switched the love
Now you, rich and fuck, you the thug?
Heard you on the radio, but I get no plug
And if you around the way, I should get you stuck
I you luck, I'ma make you kiss the gun
And I ain't stop until my justice done
What you wanna be as, a coward or a duck?
powder you cut, you wanted that building for what?
When you rep that building, you said for that building
If it wasn't for me, you woulda been DEAD in building
You don't know it feel like to say I own that building
Get dough in building, or control that building
You don't know that feeling, you ain't that killing
Cause when the came, you was like, "Shy in that building"
I remember the days when you was in them buildings
You in front of buildings, frontin like you build them
When was home, you was on his dick
And you gave that bitch money cause you always a trick
You know Shy Da Kid, I'm back on the
Bought the crack in the spot, spit back in the
Fuckin at the cops, if I'm rappin or not
gon' do nigga? Shoot or get shot
I'm hot on the block new glocks out the box
All y'all dope, at the bow(?) .. what?

Kweli
yeah.. yo
Kweli, I'm this body and so forth and so on
You can get the dick, one to grow on or one to on
Bet you get his dough on, I spit kick the flow on
Got swift shit I throw on, cause I'ma leave what I on
I get my roll on like Baby and Mannie Fresh
After I go on y'all never bust like tantric sex
The universal nigga that represent the best
How I from Brooklyn to Los Angeles - people!
We hold this down like wherever you're
Got my name all in your mouth like you pierced tongue
Pimped the so hard we leave them whores numb
The more I come, Kweli, I'm bout to blow George Young
I'm the Don Cheadle of rap, dope arms and needles of crack
My lyrics attack and arm the like gats
In Cali studios we the heat up on the console
Peep Hollywood niggaz who think it's like Comanco
Claimin they gangster and street they lookin for beef
But with a gun in they teeth just MC's lookin for beats
Y'all want trouble, we pop bubbles and flex muscle
Niggaz don't respect the lyrics, they your hustle
The industry is Kinko's, makin copies while you wait
And the people always scream for NEW SHIT, Clue tapes
Y'all speed this in your face, slow down Screw tape
Cause as long as you rockin Quik, nigga you straight