| Hit the floor, tuck and roll E’s on fire
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| I’m your motherfucker, but not Jerry Maguire
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| I’m the dark skinned, packin Mac-10, who get busy
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| Effective, puttin shit in the proper perspective
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| Strapped with the gat, bustin caps across the map
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| Yo the crew’s back, royalties and ASCAP
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| I’m six two, fat went with the chrome shoe
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| Diamond and jewels, estates with the swimmin pools
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| And the sauna, piggedy-puffin on some marijuana
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| From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a goner
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| I stash the cash don’t flash the cash what?
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| You figgedy-front on this kid I smash that ass
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| Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin it from the sewer to the land
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| Cross the burnin sand, biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man
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| Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game
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| Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen
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| To the hot shit, I’m the Tale of that Bronx shit
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| Call me Sonny, with pounds of money
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| Bringin raw music, call my style SWOOSH
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| Please say Mister, when you introduce me
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| Yeah. |
| uhhh EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex
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| Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape deck
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| Steel I hold it, put it together blindfolded
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| Hangin upside down, bust it, then reload it
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| Yo, I’m comin up from Virginia, on the linear
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| Havin dinner y’all, with this dimepiece named Levinia
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| Cellu-lar ringin, it’s Books how ya livin
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| Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon
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| Yo, the boogie banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
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| Danger, I’m iggidy-off the planet like Kramer
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| My iggidy-anger, slaughter, iggidy-out of order
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| Split your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water
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| Chorus: repeat 2X
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| You intrigued by the way, we do our thing
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| Do what?
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| Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing
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| Say what?
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| Pick up the mic, hot, and make it swing
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| «Yo, cold wax and tax MC’s who tend to act ill»
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| Any hype, out the door, kill it
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| Anything the Squadron wants, uhh BILL IT
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| EPMD out the box we be rockin
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| We hold the title, like priests hold the bible
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| God bless, to any MC who wanna test
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| Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death
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| With ill manuevers, rapper slash producer
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| Puttin it down with E-Dub, in the sewer
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| Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and drugs
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| Liggidy-left burnt rugs, drinkin beers out of gold mugs
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| Slugs in the barrel, on name brand apparel
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| Briggidy-bringin' drama like John Travolta in Arrow
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| But niggidy-no need for that, Smith squeeze the gat
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| Ease em back, or niggas gon' biggidy-bleed, in fact
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| It’s wiggidy wild shine like the head, of Golden Child
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| Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we takin bails to trial |