| We chop it up
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| We drop the cuts
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| Look out for us
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| Cus here we come (uh-huh)
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| Im startin to blow thinkin how far can we go
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| Work hard for the dough we dope but you already know
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| We droppin the cut, rockstar choppin it up
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| Oh my god we stay hard never softening up
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| And we rockin it rough
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| Tough til my pockets are stuffed
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| Love hip hop and clockin the bucks how can I get enough
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| This shits ridiculous I say fuck the fifth
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| Im particularly wicked while I kick it with a nickel platted nine
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| So I can hit you in the nick of time hit the nicest I can find
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| Every nights a different dime
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| (Madchild) I was a crazy little devil at a early age
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| Been raising hell still I’m tryin to reach the pearly gates
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| Fuck with my family I will separate your vertebrae
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| That girl was last night I think I’m taking her today
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| Im havin bad dreams people wanna murder me
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| Well thats the word at least first second and third degree
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| Shoot first then ask the questions if theres a burglary
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| Im a bad man madchild you might of heard of me
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| We chop it up
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| We drop the cuts
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| Look out for us
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| Cus here we come (uh-huh)
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| Listen suckers obey the law
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| Battleaxe warriors waging war
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| Burn the roof off crack the floor
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| We used to be kings
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| These ain’t those days no more
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| Not done til my groups number one
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| Til I’m proud of what ive done
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| Another cloud in the sun
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| Cus we are better than the rest of them
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| That theres the battleaxe crew dont go testin em
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| Alot of rappers gettin on my nerves today
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| I told ya homeboy gangster not a word to play
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| You hide behind the image without puttin in the work
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| No wonder why you end up looking like a fuckin jerk
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| Just because you got a black and gold sparkly shirt
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| With some diamonds on your watch you aint never did no dirt
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| Hey yo madchild I hear what your sayin big homey
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| Prev-one I hear you, alot of these dudes aint know what ya done
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| Battleaxe number one
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| Listen suckers obey my orders
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| Battleaxe warriors crossin borders
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| Rock all sound system not distorded
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| The rebel of treble, the bass destroyer
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| Take stage world wide we are born performers
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| Put your right fist up that means that you can join us
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| Appetite for destruction rapid attack is enormous
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| Back in black smash the amp and then I’m back to the chorus
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| We chop it up
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| We drop the cuts
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| Look out for us
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| Cus here we come (uh-huh) |