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(People people people people |
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people people people people) |
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Verse 1: Dray, Skoob |
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Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where's the iggity? The bum siggity |
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Niggas wanna know but check the flow my little trickity |
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I'm comin with the Books so kid, it looks like it's a winner |
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Ya better get'cha plate because I'm servin raps for dinner |
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See I freak it from the sewer plus I'm quick to do ya posse |
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I'm swoopin on the note just like I was a kamikaze |
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See they thought I lost my spot so they went and got real comfy |
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So now I gotta hit me hard and bogart like Humphrey |
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Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin it because I'm flyer |
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Ya phony, full of bologne like Oscar Meyer |
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See I attack a pack of rappers just for practice |
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I bust my tactics, I'm sharper than a f----- axe-iss |
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(Set it off!) One two (Set it off!) |
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Yeah it's the Books in reverse, the next cap sendin a big-up to my borough |
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I'm thorough, wetter than a ghetto from Medini-Bop |
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Takin lessons, swayin niggas on graffitti |
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Rockin other slang ranger, bring a banger ???? occasion |
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My nerves is achin, see I'm sick of niggas perpetratin |
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But can't see this, I'm screamin on they records like Beavis |
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or Butthead, I bust heads like Amy |
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Fisher isser, blisser, hit you like an accident |
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and if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson |
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or splatterin, batterin crews for lip chatterin |
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It ain't nuttin new, that's how we do, my crew is back again |
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Chorus: |
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Bak 'n' affek, how's that? |
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(People people people people) |
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*repeat x3* |
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Verse 2: Dray, Skoob |
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Well here I go again, so dig the flow again, try not to bite |
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a bigger nigga with my left and then I flick em with my right |
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I'm outta sight, look how I do it, ya blew it if you missed a |
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nigga on the microphone cos I can roll a sister |
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Word is bond, I'm on some nuke ----, new ---- like this |
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Grab a piece of steel and shoot the giff like Chris |
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Cringle, lost my jingle, don't it make ya shiver |
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Give a nigga what he needs so he can bleed when I deliver |
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Aah microphone check, what the heck? |
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I do that then because I used to catch a wreck |
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wit it, that's the time I hot talk, spit it |
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For Christ's sake I'm in to hit the brakes and you're skiddin |
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You ---- in, messiah did it, but y'all can keep that |
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Cos now I'm on some other type of flow and best believe that |
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And all that, small cat, my format - deranged |
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Honey I'm back to run things cos some things is never changed, punk! |
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So if you're drunk, I freak the funk until you're sober |
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but still be gettin chills when niggas know that winter's over |
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Kickin the flam yo it's the man, tick tock, I jam like gridlock |
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My style is fender bendin sendin rappers to the pitstop |
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Good lord o' mercy, hit reversy if you missed it |
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and busboy give the speech cos like a preacher, baby I'm twisted |
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Kid I swing a dome-buster light, bone crush a *?smith?* |
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Bust up your lips then puff up a spliff |
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So yo, who be dat? Dat wanna do me like this to get |
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booby trapped jack, cos my crew be strapped fat like dat |
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Chorus |
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Bust a flavor |
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Word up uh, yeah, uh, yeah |
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Check it out |
