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

If you wanna step to my rep
Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, traject
my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock,

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

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

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

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

We don't need no gat, just me fuckin' back
And watch me spitfire my volerical
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron
Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the had a spiritual chat
'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 rims blindin', while P rollin' the
'Cause I'm too for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the to your cars, when out at large
Who the in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin' my balls a fresh pack of halls

hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they and never saw
I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"
EPMD, 215 and Agallah

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 in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill
And when I rob unique 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

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

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

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

And some of just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and even seen a million
like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
With figures and chasin' gold diggers

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

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

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

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