| Ha man, Redman fool
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| D.o.D nigga
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| (Yo
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| Uh huh, uh huh,)
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| Yeah!
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| (Word, God damn it Maztek
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| You killing them again son, uh
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| Yo im gonna let this one roll,)
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| OWW!
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| (yo uh huh uh huh yo skits vicious
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| Yo yo)
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| Let`s go let`s go
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| I don`t care where you`re coming from (Hell No!)
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| I spit ninja stars straight popping through your bubblegum
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| Double trouble, double gun time splitters
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| Never subtle the vibe gives spines shivers
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| House of rhyme mirrors you in a maze lost
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| A cage fight is how we face off
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| Get the fuck up, Simon says get the fuck up (Get the fuck up!)
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| Funk Doc, D.O.D., dumb fucks get chopped up,(yes!)
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| Locked up with the mug shot
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| Bite my shit and watch how your tongue rots
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| You ain’t close to us by a long shot
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| You a joke so this is where the fun stops
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| Nun chucks and shuriken blades
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| This shit turns most made men to maids
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| They follow orders I make them surrender
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| Hit yo ass up from the bottom when you enter
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| Now (Groove), MC`s ain`t got no guts but
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| (We Do) so just turn the volume up and
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| (Groove) if you ain`t got the urge to bust well
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| (We do) so just turn the volume up just
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| (Groove) the scene ain`t got no guts well
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| (We Do) so just turn the volume up and
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| (Groove)if you ain`t got the urge to burst well
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| (We Do) just turn the volume up just (Groove)
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| Oh My god homie I’m the shit I got flies on me
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| Feel like F.B.I.`s eyes on me
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| But I don`t sell crack, I sell real rap
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| The fans tired yelling out ``Where the skills at``
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| I`ll show you I got them, Doc from rock bottom
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| Dog`s a rottweiler, lock me in asylum
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| The local hero hanging with the weirdo`s
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| Heat like Pacino killing De Niro
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| My Dre beats rocking, women is E popping
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| I get them off like they meeting a new cochrane
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| Yeah your boy heavy I been food shopping
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| I eat the track shit it out then you drop it
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| I got no manners brave like Atlanta
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| I gotta D.O.D. |
| banner and a head cannon
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| And if you fucks wanna know where your man landing
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| I gotta party going on in the Grand Canyon
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| Nigga
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| Niggas make fake shit, ya cake bitch tasteless
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| I`m impatient I just take shit rapist
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| Bates Shit, hit a bitch in the braces
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| And paint faces, when i`m locked in my basement
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| It`s basically based on that one night I spaced
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| In a rage, I split a bitch face on the pavement
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| I`m satan, the god of the game you be playing
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| And i`m praised in 88 ways in 8 great nations
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| A mason, displaying the ways of the ancients
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| They gave me the gift now i`m blazing like Cajun
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| You must be mistaken, thinking that i`m Freddy but i`m Jay-son
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| Creating a patient amazing, I`m just saying
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| I`ll be spraying like a Super saiyan
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| Human torch, my whole crew is flaming
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| Jay Piven, I’m the best damn movie agent
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| The multi made it, and I wrap it up by saying
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| Groove |