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(Intro: Cappadonna) |
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Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah) |
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Hold that ******.. |
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(Cappadonna) |
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It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison |
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Ruckus in the *******, it's me who brought the noise in |
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The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches |
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Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire |
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Latches, start to unlock when I rock |
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You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block |
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You can't stop, bouncin' and movin' |
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Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous |
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Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods |
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People from all over flood the street like cars |
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To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer? |
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It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E |
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Cappadon' brings the *******t from cross the sea |
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With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche |
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If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch |
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With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck |
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We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect |
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(Interlude: Cappadonna) |
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Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up |
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Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost? |
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Look at this.. |
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(Cappadonna) |
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I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome |
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Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis |
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Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this |
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More hits, no water hits, unrecord this |
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I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire |
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I attack microphones and set 'em on fire |
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Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire |
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Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock |
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That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla |
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Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller |
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Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs |
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Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump |
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Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my ******s |
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No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now) |
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Watch everything and search those ******es |
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(Outro: Cappadonna) |
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See you, word up |
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We don't get no prop-love |
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Rump-a-pump-pump-pump |
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Come on, can I say it? |
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Pass the tape, get the ****** up |
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What, what, Homicide, S.I |
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What, baby? The hustle... come on |
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Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good? |
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You ******' ******s! |
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I tried to tell ya ******s, we won't be opressed no more.. |
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We ain't takin' it, ******, this *******t is real! |
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This album right here is called "The Struggle" |
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Don't forget! It's my ******' word.. |
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2003, slash, Code:Red, ******! *three gun shots* |
