| You don’t know how we do things
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| Shut the door and don’t fuckin say shit
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| I’ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench
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| I’m gonna crack this fuckin kid in the skull
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| Listen here motherfucker you don’t know how we do things
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| You shut the fuck up
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| Look some motherfuckers don’t play that shit
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| I’m one of them motherfuckers
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| Don’t fuck with me
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| I’m warning you what the
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| Don’t fuck with me, you cocksucker
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| Shut, shut up
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| I transcend
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| And get you through the grape vines
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| Rappers is dime a dozen
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| Like your cars and train times
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| This is the shit
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| I’m not the ordinary prick
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| I holla it, step back Jack
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| Or collide with two fist Blam!
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| To your chin Blam!
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| To your skull
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| Now tell me who the brother with the biggest balls rising
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| From here to Reno pesky like a mosquito
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| Tougher than Scarface so call me Al Pacino
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| Wishing like Skeeto to meet the Beatles
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| Eating some frito’s a cool cat daddy like Chester Cheeto
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| Chanting like the Santo Domingo
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| Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetary
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| Met a girl named Carrie
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| She told me she loved me and it’s scary
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| Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars
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| Swoopin down on brothers like they were far better
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| Deal caps get peeled
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| Raps get dealed and dealt
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| Twelve inches keep spinning
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| Turntables with felt
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| Now give a little cut can you
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| That’s enough cause I represent a style
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| That be fuckin tough and built like a Tonka truck
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| Because I take abuse and keep on
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| Survival of the fittest, first rule of the strong
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| I’m not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco
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| When I go to Hardee’s I always order me a Frisco
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| Combo meal $ 2.95 Oh what a deal
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| Would you like that supersized for 35 cents?
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| For real? |
| Ok go ahead just don’t do no hockin on my bread
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| Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake instead?
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| Yes sir, your total comes to $ 14.88
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| Who I’m tryin to feed, Michigan State?
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| Can you relate?
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Clap on, clap off like the clapper
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| I’m such a hotstepper
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| Drinkin some Dr. Pepper
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| With my nigga Jed he’s the wrecker
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| Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2
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| Now tell me mufuckas what you came to do
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| I came to bring the skills
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| And try to pay the phone bills
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| I saw Jack and Jill
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| Doin the nasty at the top of the hill
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| Comic books, and bitches is the shit that I dig
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| I don’t wanna grow up cause I’m a Toys R Us kid
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| I get lost in space like Will Robinson, Danger!
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| Call on the dragon sword cause I’m a mighty morphin power ranger
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| Hitting on the scene with karate kicks
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| ODin on the sugar with the pixie sticks
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| And a big ol' fat glass of grape Kool-Aid
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| Chillin with senior citizens enjoyin the shade
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| Stayin paid couting the big old wad of cash
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| Hittin on the scene like Jumpin Jack Flash
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| I dash some pepper, achoo it made me sneeze
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| Always itchin my balls like I have some type of fleas
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| Oh baby please, what you see’s is what you get
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| A goof ball with long hair growin wild like a chia pet
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| We just met, you know how I come across
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| As I enforce, sweatier than intercourse
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| Spicier that hot sauce
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| Reinforce your lyrics, lyricist cause I’m a smash
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| Takin your titles and I’m not gonna stop
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| Till your career crash
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Hickory dickory dock
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| Tell them hoes they better stay off my cock
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| Cause I rolls with a pack of lunatics down the block
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| Mad alliance, big giants
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| House of Krazee’s runnin shit for the '96 and then some
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| Represetin mad skills, pay the bills
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| Gotta act, bustin hands on the dub sack
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| Now tell me who got the ill rhymes?
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| Got your toe tappin like Gregory Heinz uh
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| Running shit like a marathon
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| I’m stronger than teflon
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| And use my liquid friend to get my drink on
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| Well I’m sluggin bigger than the average nig |
| Got an attitude I get rude
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| You disrespect me and I’ll split your wig
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| Nig nig nack paddy wack
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| My name is Mr. Bones dunkin lyrics
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| In your ears like Eddie Jones
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| You better give it up for the original individual in disguise
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| So open your eyes, surprise
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| I fade em all like Jamal
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| I’m standin tall with my back to the wall
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| A bad brother like Lou Brawls
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| I fold ya, I thought I told ya
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| Gun in the holster
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| Thought patterns were deeper than the minds of Minolta
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| I ain’t actin this ain’t no play
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| Been eatin Pladoh and paint chips since I was 8
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| Can you relate?
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| Badder than bad coming from MoTown
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| Blam! |
| Very, very difficult to fuck with
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| You don’t wanna fuck with me |