| «I get physical, mystical, very artistical» -] Big Daddy Kane
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| «Outsidaz» -] Rah Digga
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| «And if you don’t know, now ya know» -] Biggie
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| And it go.
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| All across the world from North to Los Angeles
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| Never have you witnessed a rapper this hazardous
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| Run up on your vehicle, carjack ya passenger
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| Ignore jake, don’t nobody hassle us
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| In crooked eye New York, New Jers' is the realest
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| Wannabe niggas catch feelings
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| Just 'cause a brother got it straight down eatin
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| Condo and Phoenix, furnitured up like the showroom in Seamans
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| Take a vacate, hold the A.K. |
| — y'all need help like «mayday, mayday»
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| Scramble, love somebody you lose; |
| light a candle
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| Keep guns by you like commando, bust 'em
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| Bitch ass niggas ain’t accustomed to viewin
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| Homicide to you walk up and put to it
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| Mind power’s like the druid, got a unit
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| Got beef, step to it. |
| motherfuckers
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| Yo, I hit you with another one, hit you with the troublesome
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| Pacewon play you can’t recover from
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| Hit you with the hook, huh, ha, that’s the Rah
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| Then I put a hole in ya side: BURNIN
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| Niggas tried to school you but you couldn’t learn it
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| Whatever happened to you, you deserve it
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| As for me, I’m record dealt up, kickin real slugs
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| 'bout to mill' up, never give up, hear me?
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| Yo even if I lose and my eyes get teary
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| I gotta taste the cheese like Tom do Jerry
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| Now, half y’all rappers that’s wack
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| Nasty pussy boys just scared to blast back
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| Runnin like their AMP tracks, scared to just
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| Stand their ground, grab their pound, shoot the man back
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| Look 'em in the face, see how the fag act
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| And fill his pussy ass with led, and mad cat
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| Understand?
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| Yo I’m the king of the underground radio waves
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| Been down since them shady old days, motivation
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| If the doorway blocked, I’ma kick my way in
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| Never been the one for you to play with
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| Yo when I roll up on your ass nigga don’t say shit
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| Don’t nuttin move but the pavement
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| Yo I’m the man to bring you water when it ain’t none
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| Stickin up banks with a paintgun
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| Like free base I’m that shit that leave your face numb
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| Hitman waitin in your house with a twelve gauge pump
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| Better known to y’all as Pacewon, sincerely yours
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| Live from New Jers', feel me y’all. |