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Yeah ************ |
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Ayo it's K-Skills, the bangin' Puerto Rican lady chaser |
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Rhyme maker, glow dime breaker, speed your pace up |
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I'm miles ahead of the competition, stop and listen closely |
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********s with them wack Casio beats, don't even approach me |
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Or I'm gonna throw your beat tape in the waste basket ************ |
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Go in your crib, break your sample like a bad habit |
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The only way you're gonna get large is if you spit hard |
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Got heads waitin' for me ************t like Super Bowl kick off |
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I lay ****** and burn incense, when the spliffs on |
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Can't stop rockin'? C'mon, you got the ************t wrong |
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I'm doin' me |
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Don't give a ******** who you be |
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You talk a good one, but on the real you ain't foolin' me |
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I'm tryin' to pull a G times three on every fifteenth |
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Drop an album every two years, keep my production sweet |
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Build something for myself, spread the wealth to my seeds |
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Greenbacks, ****** and a mami, son what else do I need? |
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[Chorus] [K-Skills] [x2] |
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Bring it on, let me know who's ******' around? |
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Celph Titled and K-Skills, yeah, you're lovin' the sound |
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From Maryland to NY, this is how we runnin' it down |
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It's time to surface from under the ground, under the ground |
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[Verse Two] [Celph Titled] |
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Whenever Celph Titled drop ************t you ********s better cop it |
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I don't get head in the whip, I get my ******** sucked in a ********pit |
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I'm no joke, I'll pull out in broad daylight |
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Hip hop ain't nothin' but a ************ to me so I'ma rape this mic |
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You couldn't spit if you was a white boy, chewin' tobacco |
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I'm a live ********, gettin' doe, doin' fiascoes |
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Let the buck fifty donate some stab wounds |
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And fire Buckshots like Priority did to Black Moon |
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I'm out for street fame whether it be rockin' mics |
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Or pullin' glocks in heists, knockin' ********s off of motor bikes |
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My pockets stay thicker than a males eyebrows |
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And my style without a doubt is quick to put your lights out |
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Leave you iced out |
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Stranded in Antarctica |
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My canon's hit harder when bullets fly sparkin' your Nautica |
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Mother******** this is New York's finest |
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Comin' loud and clear but now it's time to get the ******** up out of here |
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[Chorus] [K-Skills] [x2] |
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Bring it on, let me know who's ******' around? |
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Celph Titled and K-Skills, yeah, you're lovin' the sound |
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From Maryland to NY, this is how we runnin' it down |
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It's time to surface from under the ground, under the ground |
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[Verse Three] [K-Skills] |
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I get better in time like The Whispers |
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Gettin' money like Asian restaurants, on Yu street, with the tip cups |
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My ? audio, merry-go-rounds in stereo sound |
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Turnin' D.C. into a burial ground |
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[Celph Titled] |
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******' around with these ********s and you might just get your faced ripped off |
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By the semiautomatic lettin' the clip off |
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I be the raw spic that'll leave your ******' jaw split |
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If this is a battle, congratulations; you just lost it |
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[Scratch Chorus] |
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K-Skills |
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Celph Titled |
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"Smack, I break your back with rap" - GangStarr |
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"I'll send you home with your teeth missin'" - Big L |
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"Because I'm all that" - GangStarr |
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"I'll send you home with your teeth missin'" - Big L |
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K-Skills |
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Celph Titled |
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"Now stay the ******** out my path" - GangStarr |
