| Yeah, here it is
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| Do it like this
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| Comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss.
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| Here it is
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| Back up in the scene
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| Here to make the green
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| And niggas out there know just what I mean
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| I ride the beat like a jockey
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| Short and stocky
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| I’m never sloppy
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| The honeys wanna clock and knock me
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| It don’t shock me
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| I see it all the time
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| Get a little fame and now a nigga look as fine as wine
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| I know the game 'cause I study
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| Me and my buddy
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| Ain’t nuttin funny niggas know the sewer style is nutty
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| Give me the money cuz I’m tryin to make a million
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| Rollin with my clique and yo we dick like a Sicilian
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| I bring the drama for the masses
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| Whippin niggas asses
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| So get ya glasses time for classes
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| I take my chances, I gots to go for broke
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| So knocka don’t provoke, just chill and roll a smoke
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| It ain’t no joke I know you recognize the sound
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| It’s diggety Das EFX and this is how we gettin down
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| Yeah, here it is
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| Do it like this
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| Comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss.
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| Dollar dollar dollar place your bets across the table
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| One mo' time cuz its show time without the cable
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| Holdin down the spot and any wack penetrators
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| Is fallin to the flames of my rap incinerators
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| I’m afraid I got some bad news for crews
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| By the twos, son, it’s hard like booze so don’t snooze
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| I’m throwin jabs, hooks and uppercuts to your face, G
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| Hittin you with the perfect combination like Stacy Lattisaw
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| I be the jibber jabber jaw
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| I’m gettin devilish
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| The skunk derelict ghetto lyrical specialist
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| And yes its thick
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| The restless clique
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| From PMD to Boo with the Lexus whip
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| Now true indeed a few MC’s they just don’t know what they doin
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| Cuz when I smoke the blunt witcha, ya had the blunt canoein'
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| So yo, now I gotta dis cause niggas piss me off
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| The way that y’all be rhymin if you want it, step up like Doggie Diamond
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| Yeah, here it is
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| Do it like this
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| Comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss.
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| Krazy Drayz, holding down the block
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| I riggedy rock the miggedy microphone nonstop
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| You bitin rappaz better exit cause when I flex it
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| You won’t neglect it cuz when you fucking least expect it
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| Kid I wreck shit
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| Bring it from the sewer
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| Miggedy mic check can’t forget the one two-a
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| The incredible man of the season
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| Here’s the reason its the rhymes I’m releasing
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| It ain’t no thing that’s how we do it nowadays
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| Bring it from the sewer wreck shit and then we swayze
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| Another day another buck-fuck
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| What nigga please
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| I’m overdue wit these flows, niggas I’m bustin at ya toes
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| So get to dancin
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| Son I even got my crew makin hits like Charles Manson
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| Kids nappin, can’t forget the ransom
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| I’m not so handsome
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| So when I pick up my pen, my temper tantrum overcome it like voodoo
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| And I’m rougher than bruise you
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| Sharp like cold crystal, yo my niggas tote 'istols
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| I don’t eat the beef, pork or the goat tissue
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| Black I blast a missile penetratin through ya radar
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| Hey star ya style’s horrible like fuckin Hägar
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| Hip hip hooray-K
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| A the eye swella
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| The one who be hittin the bitches blue black to high yella
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| It’s the boogie banga
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| Better yet the banger of the boogie
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| A black Champion like my hoodie
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| So nigga there it is
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| Here it is… |