| One for the treble, two for the bass
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| P-M-D let’s rock this place
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| Return lies the power, try to push up and get devoured
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| To pushin power, black Explorer with the Eddie Bauer
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| XL, el reefer puffer sells
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| My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails
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| Dwell, stale mad plus I make now
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| No details, first-class flight with the females
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| EPMD-dot-com, spread as e-mail
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| Stocks retail, push the quality S-T-L
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| You know the scoop now when I swoop down
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| Blast or shoot now, Hit Squad set the route down
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| From Hot 9−7 to 1−0-6 daily mix
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| Parrish Smith handlin biz like a clerk, kid
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| Break:
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| DAS EFX (are the best)
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| (Rock the speaker) D-E-F-X
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I riggity-roll when I rock, rock when I roll
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| Like DMC it’s the Devastatin Mic Control
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| I never fold under pressure, time to get ill
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| Diggy Das hold it down, kid, you know that we’re real
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| I rolled up, strolled up, put my cigarette out
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| Peep shorty on my left tryin to figure me out
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| 'How to get up in that ass?' |
| what I’m thinkin about
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| In the biggity-black Benz just diggin her out
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| B-boy style (what what??), you know we’re all wild
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| Biggity-back from the sewer, check the profile
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| The doe-getter, the show-ripper, the flow-setter
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| My flow sicker, keep it drunk like some liquor
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| Break
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Hit Squad, usu-al suspects who bust necks
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| Love sex, wriggity-wreck these thugs and roughnecks
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| In these, dark streets (yo yo), my Squad creep
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| Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete
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| By the light I got chicks that sound alright
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| They buy me ice, porbably in the phone books of Heidi Fleiss
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| Abara-cadabara, turn skin to battlescars
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| In your face like Alomar
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| Nasty like caviar, glass MC’s I shatter y’all
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| Lyrical sabotage, peace to Aguilar
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| Roll l’s for my thuns from the slums to the town
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| (Brooklyn) Where I’m from, got me numb to the world
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| Break |