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(Chorus) Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) (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, |
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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 |
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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 |
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Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of |
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Sam and 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, |
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I heard a sucker scream and shout "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out |
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Chorus (E Double) |
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Rap combat squares sat and |
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I attack Any crab |
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MC that's down wit the wack |
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And I wreck and if |
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I can not snap a neck |
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Throw a knock, |
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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, |
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I'm too sweet plus clever |
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I'm smart, yes, |
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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, |
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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 |
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E-D The O, the |
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U, the B, the |
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L to the E |
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Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship |
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My name is |
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Erick Sermon now want some and |
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I'll flip |
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I'm far from a chump, |
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I'm harcore like |
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Brooklyn Mess wit me and get your manhood token |
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Chorus (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 |
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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 |
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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, |
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I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback |
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A monster, murder muthafuckas like |
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Manson A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm |
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Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back |
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I slam Bread and butter, break beast to |
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Bam Bam Jump off the |
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Jim before |
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I jack my johnson |
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I jam like |
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Janet, chew |
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MC's like |
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Swanson Get a stamp dummy, |
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I'm digging a dungeon |
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Can you dig that |
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I dig deep to destroy dum dums |
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Yes, I yam what |
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I yam when |
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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 |
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Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me |
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Nasty nigga, competition is none |
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From Newark, |
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New Jersey, knot hairs like |
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Mike Nunn |
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Shit, rap is still when |
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I'm stroking |
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Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking |
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Cool it kiddo, |
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I control from sea to sea |
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Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top |
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D Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo; |
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Hold your breath, while |
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I walk holding my jewels |
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