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"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? another motherfucking hardrock"
"whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
"introducing, yo fuck that niggas name!"
"if you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'"
"gimme my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
[Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga
Or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
Fucking coolo make you quit rap and go sing with menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rocking apollo creed
Time to speak up, fagot niggas dropping these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the mic dons,
Pmd shining with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, pac, and eaze, one love, them still my fucking niggas
[215]
We don't need no gat, just cock me fucking back
And watch me spitfire my ? volerical? fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spitting
Ain't peeling your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night, and I'm black
In the moonshining, I'm sipping starsky and hutch
While my rims blinding, while p rolling the dutch
Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston sauls
I got his mom sucking my balls like a fresh pack of halls
Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
EPMD, 215, and 8-off agallah
[8-off]
Yo 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumping out the car, pop a trunk, swinging crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rocking the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top I got this cream like bill rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-off's gonna hit em like, five niggas, surprise niggas
[Erick Sermon]
Hey yo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like prince naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeois? fancy as dandy?
You get killed, like you was jon-benet ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talking shit, and never even seen a million
Acting like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggas
With small figures, and chasing gold diggers
(motherfuckers) don't even come up to me yapping
Or you'll die hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a dog 4 life like my nigga ja rule
Who wanna flex, with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? another motherfucking hardrock"
"whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
"introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name!"
"if you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'"
"gimme my fucking shit, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
Who's there? another motherfucking hardrock"
"whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
"introducing, yo fuck that niggas name!"
"if you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'"
"gimme my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
[Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of god
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga
Or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
Fucking coolo make you quit rap and go sing with menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rocking apollo creed
Time to speak up, fagot niggas dropping these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
For the mic dons,
Pmd shining with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so fuck a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, pac, and eaze, one love, them still my fucking niggas
[215]
We don't need no gat, just cock me fucking back
And watch me spitfire my ? volerical? fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spitting
Ain't peeling your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat, on a black night, and I'm black
In the moonshining, I'm sipping starsky and hutch
While my rims blinding, while p rolling the dutch
Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston sauls
I got his mom sucking my balls like a fresh pack of halls
Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
When I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
EPMD, 215, and 8-off agallah
[8-off]
Yo 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumping out the car, pop a trunk, swinging crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rocking the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top I got this cream like bill rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-off's gonna hit em like, five niggas, surprise niggas
[Erick Sermon]
Hey yo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like prince naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeois? fancy as dandy?
You get killed, like you was jon-benet ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talking shit, and never even seen a million
Acting like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggas
With small figures, and chasing gold diggers
(motherfuckers) don't even come up to me yapping
Or you'll die hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a dog 4 life like my nigga ja rule
Who wanna flex, with the influential
With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? another motherfucking hardrock"
"whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow"
"introducing, yo fuck that nigga's name!"
"if you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject'"
"gimme my fucking shit, blaow!"
"you got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
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