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

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

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

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

Time to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak
We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the
For the Mic Dons, callin' Dion
PMD with my stripes on

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

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

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

Right hand to Allah, I'm the of the raw
ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the
One of got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

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

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

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

And hook off Prince Naseem ahead
Duck yo' head or go instead
Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as
You get killed, like you was Ramsey

And some of y'all just civilians
shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and gold diggers

even come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with and Sam Jackson
now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja

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

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

If you wanna to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow
U got 'cause you knock, knock, knocked