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Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) |
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(pmd) |
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When i turn a party out, all hands is in the air |
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Some say it's chill, new york throw chairs |
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The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip |
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Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip |
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Low to avoid the caps and blows |
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By the gangbanners at the b-boy shows |
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Wit the cops trying to control the crowd |
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But they can't, systems crank "so what'cha saying"'s pumping loud |
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Blows are thrown, heads are flown like pan am |
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Brothers licking off like the son of sam and |
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The bass continues to thump |
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Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks |
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Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched |
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Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps |
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And on my way out, i heard a sucker scream and shout |
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"niggas, niggas", yea, cold turn the party out |
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(e double) |
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Rap combat squares sat and i attack |
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Any crab mc that's down wit the wack |
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And i wreck and if i can not snap a neck |
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Throw a knock, i'll blow and look for a tech |
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I'm terror, new edition to rap era |
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I can't be beat, i'm too sweet plus clever |
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I'm smart, yes, i'm a so called genius |
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I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(keenison)? |
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Yo, wit that, i can break fool |
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Especially when the posse is thick and got tools |
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Make me feel good 'cause they got steel |
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No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal |
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K-a, microphone wrecker e-d |
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The o, the u, the b, the l to the e |
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Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship |
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My name is erick sermon now want some and i'll flip |
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I'm far from a chump, i'm harcore like brooklyn |
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Mess wit me and get your manhood token |
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(redman) |
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I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex |
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You bet i drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex |
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I catch fits when i blitz a rhyme grit |
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And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit |
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Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes |
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Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time |
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Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when i ?(pit)? |
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Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit |
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Fe fi fo fum funky to floor a |
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Fuck a freak, words before play |
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Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack |
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On a q-tip, i quote, i throw rhymes like a quarterback |
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A monster, murder muthafuckas like manson |
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A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm |
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Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back i slam |
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Bread and butter, break beast to bam bam |
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Jump off the jim before i jack my johnson |
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I jam like janet, chew mc's like swanson |
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Get a stamp dummy, i'm digging a dungeon |
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Can you dig that i dig deep to destroy dum dums |
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Yes, i yam what i yam when i jam, bro |
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My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo |
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Known as i live large, life will be luxury |
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Ladies in lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me |
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Nasty nigga, competition is none |
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From newark, new jersey, knot hairs like mike nunn |
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Shit, rap is still when i'm stroking |
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Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking |
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Cool it kiddo, i control from sea to sea |
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Cut like chuckie, plus style it top d |
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Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; |
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Hold your breath, while i walk holding my jewels |
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Chorus |