| Verse 1: charlie brown
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| Bring one mc, two mc, three mc.
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| Send any mcs. |
| it doesnt matter to me.
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| Sterp up like a thief in the night.
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| No wins and I begin. |
| my third eye is bright.
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| Here to shine. |
| light skies the limit on d.l.
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| Who fell, yeah time will tell.
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| The leaders of the new.
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| The #1 crew blunts and brew for the hip-hop school.
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| Girls got my picture posters, pin-ups.
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| Wanna skin up (big up, big up).
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| Its a race against the clock, and I cant stop countdown,
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| Hear the sound see boogie brown.
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| (uptown saturday night) 125 we arrive so live from new york,
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| Word life. |
| you know I can kick it.
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| At my show on the down low, youre sellin wolf-tickets.
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| Ha ha, the trigger Im tryin to tell ya.
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| Now my nigga, Im getting larger and bigger the factor
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| Here to cockalak! |
| a crack that back like a chiropractor
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| Just the collective my perspective to be Effective is the main objective.
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| (warriors come out and) props me say me nots.
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| Any violations wont be tolerated.
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| Lets not debate it if you hate it, cause I made it.
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| The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included,
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| In a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
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| Checka check it out.
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| East coast stomp in action for rich or for poor.
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| We created the fashion left (foot),
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| Right (foot), stomp (stomp).
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| Leaders of the new school do the east coast stomp.
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| Well its a quarter
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| Quarter. |
| quarter. |
| quarter.
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| Quarter to cutthroat.
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| A quarter. |
| quarter. |
| quarter. |
| quarter.
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| Quarter to cutthroat.
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| Verse 2: dinco d.
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| Its the power of importance making people act as is compare fair.
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| From here to there, fair seems a little quiz
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| So question what I conquer as kruger kills a kid
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| My friends got caught with luger so now he does the bid
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| Bring em in, bring em in See the clock on the wall with one eye open.
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| Scarface to brawl to panic seized quarter cut.
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| Squeezed to ten gave quarter back five with a minute to win,
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| Then plenty a many men
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| With any if any trend came rename fame shame
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| To backspin speakin spic spans off spills of crack bins
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| So get your action. |
| right locating jaws draw.
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| Bite mars is mourned warned rating.
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| Torn wound a sprite bright light the mics.
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| Mix vega a quarter woters.
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| What you get when youre broke, becomes bodega bothering, sobering
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| Ting-a-ling-a-ling (ding).
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| Right on to milo on the dot.
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| Verse 3: milo
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| You want strength, what strength.
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| What you really want strength.
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| Milo in the dance is on chee.
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| Lippie l.o.n.s. |
| lenght. |
| now nuff respect to the sekel set.
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| Seeking section for recovery.
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| D me a beg uni.
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| Dont bother me. |
| «why, ooh.
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| Because I and I am the one they call
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| De pum pum docter no bother.
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| Get vex because I og check your daughter.
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| Ideal punnie make the I feel better.
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| Me naw. |
| want to put me wood in the wall of fire.
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| One step, two step. |
| make you reach little high.
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| You askin why oh why you have to make it bad so why oh.
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| Inna me carkey suit and thing. |
| love is all I bring inna the party.
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| Party respect to yardie its a rude, boy.
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| Type inna everybody. |
| white, black, to chinie pass the heini, onset offset.
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| No prisoners at war a quarter to cutthroat is the new school law.
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| You better be in by sundown.
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| Sending death threats from miles around.
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| Busta bust down with the surround sound.
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| Tic tac tic. |
| ready to pickins hip-hop easy listning.
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| Time to take order cause its a quarter to cut.
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| What, what you cant front.
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| Verse 4: busta rhymes
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| No more lucky charms for the malpractice tactics.
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| Fiasco, fiskell, siskel and ebert.
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| Criticism, devilish exorcism.
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| I strive to destroy and kill all inconsiderate organisms.
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| Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass.
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| All gridlock thinking. |
| you better think fast, quick!
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| Because Im riffling down the stifling,
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| Trifling sound whos killing who, times killing you.
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| Stupid. |
| you need to sweat yourself. |
| dont sweat nobody else.
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| I got my own perspiration check the conversation.
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| Minutes away, your ass is through dealing.
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| Ha, smack yourself and find exactly your feeling.
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| Its detrimental and essensial that I chemistry thoroughly
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| In my dimensional dungeon residential vicinity.
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| Wack germs. |
| youre like a cureless growing disease.
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| Go and suck the clitoris of a trichamonis. |
| discharge cheese.
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| Ha, ease. |
| ha, substract counteract enemies, ha.
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| Carrying on while I be ripping and shredding
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| Getter fierce gotta pierce the wack to stop the germs spreading.
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| Before you striked, you caught a stroke.
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| Now youre half-dead nigga, cause its a quarter to cutthroat
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| Quarter to cutthroat !!!
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| Quarter to cutthroat !!!
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| Quarter to cutthroat !!!
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| Quarter to cutthroat !!!
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| Quarter to cutthroat !!! |
| (fading) |