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U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,
Who's Another motherfuckin' hardrock
Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the
Introducing, yo, fuck nigga's name

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk,
U got shot, you knock, knock, knocked

On my at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I it hard
You like to
But can't touch nigga or catch a charge

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

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

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

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

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

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and saw
I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and 8-Off

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

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

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

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

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

And of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never seen a million
Actin' y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
small figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die with Bruce and Sam Jackson
now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja

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

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

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