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Brothers wanna know, what's goin' on the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so
So what you talk for, you know what I for
A ground war

Talkin' that same old
Same old song, same old
Sweatin' yourself, you're gettin' yo
Huh, but you still can't

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic and hit, and then trip
Into I never miss yo
You still ain't
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and props but you can't rap
Wanna talk about a wannabe, gonna be
Ever gonna be, gonna see
Come near here, here child yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you can't
You wanna steal my voice, steal our
my beats, you wanna fuck around
I play son, shorts do I take none

You need help call 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
Drink you up a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, flowin' a river
Yeah, style's what I ya

Shakin' 'em, keep 'em, make make makin' 'em
Takin' 'em, 'em, no mistaken 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
Wanna talk a man, yo who is he or she

You got nerve to even that
What about that, yeah, what's up that rumor talkin'
We make a hit
We've been hits while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, for a hardcore deal
Yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz,yeah,you ain't
Niggaz, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you real

Niggaz, who are you? You real
Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't
Niggaz, man
Niggaz, get out my

Yeah, wanna blast
I keep in store for they ass
They ain't got the to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and heat and just shit out

Let me ask one
You think I fell off? Well come test
You ain't the man to the Big X
Fuck around become [unverified]

Yes, shit is gettin'
Very wild, and much wild
But watch when I come the Rhythm X shit
Then after that, wanna quit

Whether or not, you it or not, you're wack it's true
Your whole sound doo doo
I tissue to wipe the first face
I'm like a team that stays in place

Winnin', like the Giants
You got rhymes to kick? Then drop
Math, English, fuck it I it
Yo Ced, and grab the mic

Yo begin with a phrase that's quite hype
I'll control with Gee get right
Into the mix like a DJ on
The is buggin, rememberin', "Bring it On"

The phrase that stand to all wanna try
To step to the Gee get and I wonder why
Hmm, like Arsenio said, I think
You like butter you're soft and you're quite stink

to perpetrate, sayin' you're hard right
You hit money grip fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you you're not ready
You sound immature, a amateur petty

(You ready)
Tto step on the stage, get hit with the jab
Just the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You slept on the Gee, better yet, Ultra
But now we're back and, MC's slappin'
We're no slack and, because you're wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't
Niggaz, man get out my