Release Yo Delf (Prodigy Mix)
Remix additional production by the Prodigy
Written by C.Smith, R.Diggs, F.Perrin,D.Fekans
Check it
Check it, Im the ****** man, who they mention
Notice, that other ******z rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
adventure, ******z need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, ru******n through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
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My God, somebody said its on, if it isnt Ill be set
To blow a ****** up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you cant cope
For my brother
I bring it to the Pope
word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle No Stat,
my peoples are you with me where you at?
******ts gettin deep in here, I mean thick
******z lookin all in my face like they want ******
Its about to hit the fan, hit the flo
Thats all I can stands,
and I cant stands no more
What is it? ******z think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They dont know Im wicked,
when I start to kick it
With the raw sound
wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple
****** want the juice
But he dont want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when Im comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you dont want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots,
we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made

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