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Yo, yo-yo, yo |
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Aiyyo this here's procedure, rock |
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MC's durin' my leisure |
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Time I spend to do 'em in |
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The sound pumps hard and runs right through ya |
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When it hits, it reacts like a airbag to ya |
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Some flip to it, small kids might skip to it |
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And jail cats get rep to it |
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You get, by on record but you wack on stage |
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So I'm, blowin' you up, throwin' hand grenades |
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That's why we roll with the big boys |
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With big toys, bringin' crazy noise and ruckus |
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Shuttin' down crews and mother****ers |
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In low beta, not to be ****ed with like the swamp gator |
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Potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when |
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I blaze ya |
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As I, dust bust, crush and rush |
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Catch you flossin' nigga, turn your ice physi' into slush |
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So yo, what's the deally for really |
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We rock nine untilly, grindin' like |
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BillySo niggaz chill and spark the |
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PhillieYo, |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits |
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Yo, I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits |
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Uh, aiyyo takin' our spot, that's outrageous |
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P and I stomp those who get courageous |
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And microphones get rocked on stages |
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Any book or mag, we on a few pages |
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Not commercial, not frontin', and no movie |
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I swear, 'cause we take it there |
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Billboard's top ten, that's tradition |
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Comin' through blastin' with mad ammunition |
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Five-alarmer, microphone bomber, woman charmer |
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Night in armor, penthouse view, with the sauna |
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God dammit, pass me the rock, and watch me slam it |
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Jam it cram it, until you stupid niggaz understand it |
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It's been a long time, |
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MC crabbin' bitch niggaz runnin' |
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Wack MC's we straight stunnin' |
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When we roll up, unexpected, undetected |
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Resurrected, |
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EPMD second wind, fuel-injected |
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Yo, I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits |
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Yo, I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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I know you was a fan of mine |
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Here's my card and on the back of it's my fan club digits |
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Word yeah, tell em |
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P, yoI never seen y'all before, when |
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I came through |
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With my dogs headbangin' with the ' |
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Hit Squad crew' |
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Hardcore, we got biz from the get go |
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Any beef with us, we ain't lettin' shit go |
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E-Dub, no one replacin' me |
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If there's a spot, then find a vacancy |
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Boy, I own my style, while y'all got leases |
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I get the whole pie, while y'all get pieces |
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That's why we own, bitin' our shit, we don't condone |
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News flash, |
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Erick and |
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Parrish, we got it sewn |
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And like I'm |
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Damon we Dash for the cash, mash for the fash' |
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Bashin' the rash, double up |
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P, straight on smidash |
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So stop playin', serious like ' |
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So What Cha |
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Sayin'?'In |
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Apollo sold out with |
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Red man, ****in' headbangin' |
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To the street corners, the back alleys, to the |
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Cali valleys |
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EPMD in effect, chillin' as the scans tally |
