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

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

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

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

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

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit
No paddles up shit's creek when to battle
place, same 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 need no gat, just cock me back
And me spitfire my volerical fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual
'Cause I'm eviler with rap
a black cat, on a black night and I'm black

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

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 cats up in the car?
One of got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my for the G's
low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

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

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

Aiyyo, you hit 'em that
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, then for luck, I a six up

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

And some of y'all just plain
Talkin' shit and never even seen a
like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With small figures and chasin' diggers

Don't even come up to me
Or you'll Die Hard Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you
I'm a Dogg 4 like my nigga Ja Rule

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

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

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