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(Masta Killa) |
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Yeah, it's like salutation, greeting |
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Ladies and gents, good evening |
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I'm the speaker for the evening |
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Get up out your chair, throw your hands in the air |
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Have drinks on me, hit it slow, though |
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Each to those, well potent |
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Some particle, compound into one article |
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The headline read, shall I proceed? |
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Hell yeah, well let the turntable spin |
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Like the chrome on the G wag' Benz, let's begin |
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(Chorus: Masta Killa) |
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Aiyo, spit that shit, that make niggaz wanna lick they glock |
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When I grab the microphone, I can't stop |
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To drop that shit that make you get "ahh" |
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Down on your face, with your the gun to your -- |
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Ladies in the club, they frontin' like -- |
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My brothers in the club, we try'nna get "ahh" |
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(Masta Killa) |
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Look, another smash hit, my niggaz from the boulevard |
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East New York squad, in the yard gettin' ripped |
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'Least twenty five a clip, a hundred men stomp in ya face |
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The wolves barkin', careful, you might get trampled |
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Caught flashin', wrap him in the masking tape |
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Jimmy Basking, murder was the case when the crowd break fool |
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Iron Mic Duel held down by the poolside |
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Along came a spider, spun spools in a cypher |
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Screamin' on your mic, leads spray from the sawed off pipe |
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Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang, flow gold |
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Like water off the brim when it rain |
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Iron Maiden, checkmating, no escaping, we takin' it |
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(Chorus) |
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(Masta Killa) |
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So terrorfyin', so electrifyin' |
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Ya'll niggaz can't deny, it's so death defyin' |
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Also, unique, it's so much heat |
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On the turntable wax, when I speak on the beat |
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One-two, throw it up, like you came to gave it up |
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Drop something in the collection cup, for the cause |
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Of the sixteen bars, fast cars and jewelry |
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Fine silk, Cantanose wine make the rhyme shine |
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Bright on the seven continent |
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Take it to the fullest extent |
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Go anywhere, and live |
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(Chorus 2/3) |
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(Masta Killa) |
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Yeah, P. Diddy, I know you dancin' |
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Crowd still movin', ladies groovin' |
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When the God show and provin' |
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(Outro: Masta Killa) |
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Shit went something like that, I can't remember how that go.. |
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Knawhatimean? |
