| Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable
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| A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
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| I stepped back, like it wasn’t no thing
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| Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
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| I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
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| (Yo P you was packin'?) You know I’m strapped
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| Posse kept rollin' it was hard to get with 'em
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| So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim
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| They kept coming, just like I figured
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| So I stepped back, and started sprayin' niggas
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| What a way to go out, out like a sucker
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| But I’m on track, like a Long Island train conductor
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| That can head on a mission, suckers who be dissing
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| Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
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| Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
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| Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
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| Givin' best wishes to the best MC
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| The E the D-O-U-B-L-E
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| Because I’m housin'
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| Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
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| Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco
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| Move
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| To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco
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| Every chance I get, I try to kill
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| That’s one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
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| I keep the place jumpin' 'til the party’s through
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| Whether it’s disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
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| Take off your coat, won’t you stay a while
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| Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
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| It’s like
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| Wheel of Fortune
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| , go on for big money
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| Come cold rock the party, and leave with your honey
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| Gimme the cue, check one two
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| Don’t try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
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| Treatin me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild
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| Well let me tell you homeboy you’re livin' foul
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| MCs, you know who you are
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| (On the bandwagon) Why P? |
| (Cause you a star)
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| This is the year that when the joker’s are wild
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| When a fag can’t hack it and try to bite the style
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| I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
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| If it gets wild, then I start cappin'
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| But for now, since everything’s calm
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| Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
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| As I proceed to rock, the girls are clockin'
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| Some brothers act hard but the rest are jockin'
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| Because I’m housin'
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| I come on strong, like a bodybuilder
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| Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda
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| Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express
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| My intention’s not to dis, but impress
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| For ladies and gents, who money was spent
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| To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event)
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| In concert… not worried bout oohs and boos (because we do work)
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| To make your body jerk
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| (To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt
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| With the P) Double-E MD Double E’n
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| I’m not skeezing, but pleasing
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| All party goers, also behind show-ers
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| Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
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| Out the mouth, to the microphone
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| Because I’m housin' |