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Whoop whoop(8x) |
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[redman] |
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Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation |
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Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body |
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Got me sold like hurachis, funk tracks up the ass |
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Make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella |
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No one's betta, pull more playboy bitches than hugh heffner |
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I phase you wit my nasal style i'm able |
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To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable |
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Now who's on the deal i'll make you feel the real |
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I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill |
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Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, i must've been worn |
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Wit ten of my dusted friends i, i get up in you like keith murray |
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Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry |
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Make competition leave early smokin the lala |
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Blazay blah come through your block and open fire |
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(redman's in the area |
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Keith murray's in the area |
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Erick sermon's in the area) |
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[erick sermon] |
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You best believe |
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Is this mic on word up |
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I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars |
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The lyrical street fighter call me sagat |
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Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot |
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Where ther's a drum there's a beat |
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And where there's guns there's the streets |
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This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees |
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From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava |
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Its the same reason why i threw away my skypager |
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Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates |
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Wit fly intricate flows by the lows |
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Y'all come out the hype description of this |
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One time billboard winner, six time gold record list |
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No one invited me so i crashed and brung the vibe |
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And broke it out like a rash, who? |
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So who do i be? the e, the d-o-u-b the l, to the e |
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Get your blunt leafs and fire it up |
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Get your zigzags and fire it up whhhoooo! |
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Mc's you betta stand clear, def squad is a world premier |
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[keith murray] |
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Aaahhhhhh! |
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Word is bond i collect your con getcha gone like a moron |
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I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions |
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My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry |
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And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap |
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Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined |
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In the words i be using when i be rhymin |
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Now you can change your whole word back and forth |
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And bring the roughest rapper and i bet you blood he'd cough |
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My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence |
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Ever since i commenced to subject you to my bullshit |
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I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery |
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And god forbid i outrageous people see the l.o.d. |
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I love beatin you in the head with this |
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Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist |
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Way nicer than the force intended |
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The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember |
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Def squad |
