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Everybody step back from the mic |
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As i set it off |
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All playin' the wall |
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It's time to sweat it off |
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Anybody with staatic oh please try |
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I'll do ya like godfather 3 |
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And do a fly by |
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Time to rip and hit and strangle |
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I eat guardian angels |
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And toy emcees |
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With their names on the front page |
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I bury in shallow graves |
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I don't rap to girls on my l.p. |
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I don't beg for pussy |
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I love the ladies |
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Aand they love me right back |
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Now who's the mac? |
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Mission accomplished |
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I came to stomp this microphone |
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And leave suckers unconscious |
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And if you uthink |
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Yo got an s on your chest |
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You better wear two vests |
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Watch your back, your front |
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I always hit, don't bunt |
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Crazy posse |
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When i'm on a duck hunt |
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Emcee ice-t answers to no one |
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Load my rhymes |
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And cock 'em like a shotgun |
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Let off like frags from a pipe bomb |
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A low stroll |
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And my mic in my right palm |
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The cops hate me |
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And that's right they oughta |
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Before my crew |
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Gets to their daughters |
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Nat the cat grandmaster caz |
