| Take steps on the mission with the H2O addition
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| Artifacts, nigga listen, on the track we never slippin
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| Bust a busta plus him leavin niggaz in my dust
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| Pack a marker in my tu to hit the path or the bus
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| Straight from New Jeru, it’s the nigga MC El Kick it swell, so tell, the boys so they be jeal
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| Hit your ass across the chamber cuz you got a glass jaw
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| Baby Pah, I get raw, the best you ever saw
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| Crews get dissed, with my lyrical fitness
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| I bruise with my News, so be the Eyewitness
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| I kicked it, to rip this, to be the mag-nificent
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| Prolific get specific, the groove is mad isn’t it MC El I’m out to the left motherfucker
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| I got the groovin sound if you wanna get down
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| I put you down if you wanna get down (4X)
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| Verse Two: DL Get down on it Yo, it’s the nigga with some ruffness
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| Ahh, and then I bust you with some tough…
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| shit that I kick, when it spills from the grill
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| Strapped with Artifacts on the track and Raquel
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| From the Y-O, and you know we gets HIGH-YO
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| So r-i-i-i-i-iiiight
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| Don’t try to press it kid, you know DL
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| is not having it, word to life you get stitched
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| Too bitch to get down, represent and bring in a gun
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| Pops the trunk if it’s beef that make up Everything is real, I feel what’s real
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| Now a nigga’s packin steel and I won’t guard my grill
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| So watch what you say when you come around my way
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| And if you’re scared say you’re scared
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| «But don’t be afraid»
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| Quiet as kept, Strong Isle
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| I vic em and I stick em A bitch ass nigga til he bleeds to death
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| And let the fans donate what’s left
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| of the body, I gotta thank George and Koty
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| Who rests in the fly where it’s live and happening
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| And niggaz definitely be strapping
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| Verse Three: Raquel
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| Still slow, while currents be driftin on a memory
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| Just to get down from uptown, I’m with whatever goes down
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| So add it up and count me in
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| I’m in for the wins fuck a trend light it up and put one in Spark it up like a rocket, action packed like a Sock-It
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| Fuck a card I’m pullin motherfuckin pockets
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| So stand back, be on guard, it’s survival
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| of the fittest and I plan to pull charge
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| I keep a tight grip on the trigger, chickenhead try to figure
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| I won’t pull the trigger, cuz I’m not a nigga
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| Aiyyo, it’s Raquel from the Y-O
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| You know we gets high yo If I said I didn’t I don’t lie yo Voice arrest me like me niggaz Black and Vespy
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| Ain’t got no change so don’t motherfuckin ask me Word to life I get biz like a one-step mic check
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| Raquel kicks the grip on the black tip
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| Verse Four: Tame One
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| The New Jerusalem hoodlum droppin tunes on niggaz soon
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| The nappy ass Newark nigga smokin bigger badder boom
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| Flex Mad like Cobra, I’m the right one like soda
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| With red eyes, I’m teachin Jedis, like I was Yoda
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| I’m too daisy crazy with my penis as a bonus
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| Keep my fro combless sag my pants like I’m homeless
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| The city of Bricks, from where I get, fuck the rumors
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| Do damage like a tumor, walk through asses in my Pumas
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| Dyslexic, I wreck shit, words flip when I read em like
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| check mic two One Tame redrums all CM’s
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| The Pack Pistol Posse gonna watch me play Chachi
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| I’m flippin on some ill shit, H2O spot me Raquel, MC El, Tame Taste and DL
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| If we do well, no more shorts on the weed sales
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| I pop the top off, put dumb bitches on knock off
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| The Notty top pops a darker marker gettin props off
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| Verse Five: Taste
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| Yo click click bang bang, bustin niggaz thang thang
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| Do the locomation as if you was on the A-Train
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| Too hard to handle with a grip on the handle
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| Pump squeeze quick to burn a nigga like a candle
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| dad, so one two, mic check
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| I ring bells in eardrums from suburbs to projects
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| Word, you better ask somebody nigga
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| Bringin it on with Raquel from the wigga, Y-O
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| Tame, El the Sensai go way back
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| Like Mockneck and Sergio Vallente
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| Can’t forget Kurious, with the serious
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| Uptown Mob, to get the job done
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| Turn a forty flat to the head, Artifacts in the corner, gettin massive red, off the fat sacks
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| Straight from the burrows
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| Play ya like Annie, until tomorrow |