| Hit after hit makin’MC’s quit then they jump on my tip for that old raw hit
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| You thought I got stuck nah kid you’re outta luck
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| You can bet your best buck that I serve it up Boom bow, upside your head with the led, A down low ill type brotha nuff said
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| You thought I couldn’t flip ill style’s like this word peep it Look out for the hit as I freak it, jump all around only if you’re outta jam
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| But yo keep your ground when brothaz get flam
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| Danger Danger better start runnin search for cover kid the hits comin
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| Check the technique raw rough and rugged came across mad con but never fronted
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| Cause they’ll be none of that I keeps on comin’back for more
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| To add more points to the score sound the alarm for destruction iz near
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| Explosion there aint no escape from the real
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| It’s hectic, tic, tic tic Boom I flips real quick
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| Awww shit, here come the hits
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| Here comes the hits ya’ll
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| Comin out of nowhere with the ill plan of attack
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| Staten Island comin soon to your map
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| Better get it? |
| tryin to front?
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| Hits up to here puttin out mad fear
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| Then I appear after the smoke clears
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| then drop my game on your girl let her know that I’m thorough
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| I grand slam in every burrow cause I’m on third base throwin ill styles
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| Bad little bastard aka Rugged Child, next up to pop no one is on second
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| The nasty one man gang you can’t hang so step back cause u aint
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| qualified burn her
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| Cause u know and I know there’s only one son on first, now here comes
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| the man to clean it up Here comes the hit now duck, the click we all got props to earn
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| When its time do ya we all take turns, its my go now
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| put on your wool cant quit till im done shut up and sit
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| cause here come the hits
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| Here come the hits ya’ll
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| In case that ya’ll aint done I got a bitch that’s illa
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| First at bat upon Killa, a shorty that holds his own with no problems
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| All just the cream is quickly I’ll solve 'em
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| With just a little slick slang from my tongue
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| Or got done by the sword that I brung, the ruckus is with so move back
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| and clear the way
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| Peace to Doe who couldn’t be here today
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| But this one’s bein’sent to you by a crew that’s thick
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| (You know the flav) here come the hits
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| Here comes the hits ya’ll
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| (fade out) |