| Walking up to my steps, my spot, I’m killing
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| Hanging with the snitch? |
| Nah, nappy heads (FIST PUMPS!)
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| Wack rappers, you know I can’t stand you
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| I’m rippin' through your town like Hurricane Andrew
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| Get more respect than ya neighbourhood (ROUGHNECK!)
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| Stay away from us, or I’ll put you in check, UHH!
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| (BOOM BOOM BOOM, IT’S LIKE THIS, IT’S LIKE THAT)
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| Huh, I’m strapped with the gat, plus my crew got my back!
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| (Wait a minute, what’s up with them kids gettin' the guns?)
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| Just take 'em in the alley, and jet before the cops come!
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| (Okay, okay, so when should we do it?)
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| Right now, so get down
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| Uh, leak they mind, get ready to go to war
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| Grab the bats and make sure we knock down the front door
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| (BOOM, POP, BAM, UH!) Here I go again
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| If a punk tryna step, yo, I’m throwing in ya chin!
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| All the hip hop junkies, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the Muslims out there, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All my stick up kids, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All my kids off there, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All my crew with my sound, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the brothers on the corner, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the hustlers getting cash, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all the pistol packers, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| I’m comin' to get ya, like the grim reaper
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| Ya soul’s in the hole and ya only get deeper
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| Check it, I pack it, don’t wanna see I wreck it
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| Like a witch that get’s wicked (So, yo, why don’t ya rip it!)
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| On the mic, (HUT!) I gotta splash ya off the tank
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| A .38, so ya better clear the way
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| I hit like a grown man (So get with the program)
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| (Or ready to wreck the whole man) (I get well like Hoodin (i))
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| Absurd, the flow, I hit like a Polo
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| Punch and I rip on ya head is my logo
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| (OH NO, OH NO!) It’s not did, it’s done
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| So with ya mega plan, jump off a hundred miles and run!
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| Feel the bass to the Pete Rock track
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| The Mac Daddy snaps? |
| He get a backhand pimp smack! |
| (UH!)
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| If he tryna diss, I revert back to this
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| I kill with the skill so yo, make a death wish!
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| One say punks, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the money makers, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the girls without wigs, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the niggas rockin' cheese, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the pimps in the Jeeps, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the girls in the streets, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the boys in the hood, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all the girls lookin' good, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| Here’s the news, got the blues, I’ll blow a fuse
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| And knock out crews, yo the cops couldn’t find no clues
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| The undertaker, takin' out suckas
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| So bustas, don’t touch this, we’ll see who’s the roughest
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| So deep so don’t freak when I speak chief
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| You weak by the terror, so peep the deep
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| (A PITY, A PITY!) (I'm kicking out the weak)
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| (A PITY, A PITY!) (So ya better not tempt me!)
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| Alright then, I’m young but a hell of a man
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| Uh, lynch ya more suckas than the Ku Klux Klan, yeah
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| A young blood that’s all up in your area
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| (Say what, say what?) You know what? |
| I’m 'bout to bury ya!
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| So there’s the plot chief, are ya down, are ya not?
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| The red shock will get dropped by this hip hop
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| (Ha ha ha!) Yo, who gets the last laugh?
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| (DA YOUNGSTA’S!) So give a path for this warpath
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| Bums in slums, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All my bald head crew, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the pros with the skills, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all those kids getting ill, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| All the fine females, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all the crew around my way, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all the true hip hoppers, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| And all the gangsta bitches, (Iz U Wit Me?)
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| (Iz U Wit Me?) x8
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| (Iz U Wit Me?) x8 |