| Blow, yo I get dough, la Rockafella, nigga please
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| I got more cheese than mozarella kicks it accapella
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| I swella fuck up on some other shit, rougher shit
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| I’ma hold it down and take a puff of this
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| greenery, keep the scenery, didn’t seem to be in order for thee
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| Flip the slaughter, fuck a quarter nigga
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| A second wasted is a dollar lost
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| Peep the rhyme holocaust, servin cocktails by Molitor
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| So PMD, ahh, when you ready then you’re wilin
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| Pick up the steel and hold it down for Strong Island
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| (PMD)
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| It’s PMD up in the sector, I wreck the microphonin
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| I’m quick to pull a Tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin
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| Kid I’m zonin, it’s on and I’m back up on the block
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| (Aiyo, we represent the sewer!) Son, I represent the dock (dock)
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| Puls I knock (what?) niggas out the box quickly
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| Kid I’m strictly motherfuckin business so get wit me Yo Scratch hit me so I can do my thing and blow the spot
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| (Dray)
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| It’s that nigga Krayzie Drayzie come to show you what I got
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| Check the clock if you don’t know the fuckin timin
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| Well I’m rhymin, I’m shinin like a motherfuckin diamond
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| Kill the whinin cos I’m in effect like this
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| (Yo son we bring it from the sewer) and yo, you know we never miss
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| The hit squad, ya shit’s harder every year
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| It’s diggity Das EFX and PMD to make it clear, yeah
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| (What?) Ya catch a bullet in ya gut
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| and if you try to run you catch another one to your butt
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| Hut one two, hut three
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| We riggity rock the miggity microphone as you can see G Uhh, what???
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| (*Here comes the hit squad, I got some bad news*) |