| Yo. |
| get it right from jump
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| Doc tape been on debate for months
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| I got zits on your face that can’t wait to bump
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| Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
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| Papi spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
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| It’s five below, my brain is cold
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| Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow
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| My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe
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| Bodega liquor store, I’m dead in the window
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| PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
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| Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
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| I woof out, son you better buckle in
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| I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen
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| I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind
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| I got so much game I can Con Edison
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| Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
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| Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
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| (Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
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| Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out, hear me out
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out, hear me out
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Y’all motherfuckers ain’t ready
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| Is Redman in the house? |
| (One time)
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| Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
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| Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare
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| One shot prove it ain’t nuttin but weight here
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| When he lands flat I’m the minivan
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| With Lil' Cease, runnin cities like Geechie Dan
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| When Richie Cunningham was Opie I was low-key
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| Airing niggas that was more square than my gold teeth
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| My appetite for destruction is to hustle
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| All the cottonmouth’ll turnbuckle when I rustle
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| Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
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| Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan
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| Yo, New York niggas in the house?
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| Yo yo yo. |
| is Jersey niggas in the house?
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| Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
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| I tell lies under oath if it please the court
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| Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
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| Bug repellant suit, bustin machines off
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| I’m Danny Roman with the forty-four blazin in
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| No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabian
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| Can save your life -- Doc’ll creep in the house
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| Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
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| Let da monkey out
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out, hear me out
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out, hear me out
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out.
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Yo let da monkeys out
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| Show them fools what it’s all about
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| Holla out. |
| yo
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| Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
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| Yo, haha, 199motherfuckin9 niggas
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| Brick City comin thru
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| If you don’t know this is Dr. Trevis
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| Ain’t shit changed motherfucker
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| Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin ammo nigga
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| PPP comin thru, this is Dr. Trevis
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| Bitch asses |