| Yeah yeah
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| Who it is, son?
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Everybody, everybody
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Everybody, everybody
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| Aiyyo my dogs hold heat, control the whole street
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| And when it’s time to bust, they don’t get cold feet
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| You know it’s me, cause some say the boat rocker
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| Big Mac not the Whopper, peace to Big Poppa
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| The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka
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| Friggidy-front on this, I won’t letcha
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| I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue
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| Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin through
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| We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly
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| But what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me
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| I, represent my ground, so yo what up now?
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| Non-believers hatin what the fuck now?
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| Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit
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| The mack spit, accurate, make your back split
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| Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta
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| The three man team, the rap scholars
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| New York, everybody; |
| Cali, everybody, c’mon
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Everybody, everybody
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| D.C., everybody; |
| overseas, everybody, c’mon
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| Everybody, everybody
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| Aiyyo, it’s the rap scholar, hot around the collar
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| Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler
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| Drama, the nine-seven nigga Madonna
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| Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana
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| Sick, dick about nine inch thick
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| I make a fo'-twenty Benz-o look like a six
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| First of the month I got the bundles for the wick
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| My hands big as a catcher’s mitt when I brick
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| Sucker MC’s who did not learn
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| If you don’t this time, from coast to coast I’m
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| The Dark Ranger, call me Don Punanna
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| So hot, my chewing gum flavor’s enchiladas
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| You can tell, I don’t give a fuck
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| Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor
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| Fuck you and the ship you came on
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| While you sit around bitchin' I get my bangs on
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| East coast, everybody; |
| West coast, everybody, c’mon
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Everybody, everybody
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| Up North, everybody; |
| down South, everybody, c’mon
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| Everybody, everybody
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| Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
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| Change up the angle, now who wanna tangle?
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| Click-clack, get back, Dunn let me rip that
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| Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
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| You showboatin', get your whole frame broken
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| Found floatin', somewhere in Hoboken
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| No jokin', jump out the Benz bubble
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| Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle
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| Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; |
| learn the ins
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| And outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way
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| Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go
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| Trust me if it’s runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo
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| Facin towards what’s mine, so throw your hands in the air
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| Cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine
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| Blow your spot up, cause yo I gotta, get this Ricotta
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| The three man team, the rap scholars
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| New York, everybody; |
| Cali, everybody, c’mon
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Try an' follow, guaranteed to make ya holler
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| Check it out
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| Everybody, everybody
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| D.C., everybody; |
| overseas, everybody, c’mon
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| It’s the rap scholar, here to make a dollar
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| Check it out
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| Everybody, everybody |