| And it weighs a ton
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| 'Riq Geez motherfuckers I’m a son of a gun
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| Black master of any trade under the sun
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| Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue
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| Clear my path and come get your captain hung
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| Trying to breathe like Black’ll collapse your lungs
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| Young chump you could choke off the web I spun
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| I done cleared 'em out from the threat I brung
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| You done heard about what set I’m from
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| My nigga, word of mouth little rule-a-thumb
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| Y’all better bow down when the ruler come
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| I’m a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum
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| The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y’all
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| Cats can’t walk while chewin' your gum 'n all
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| What a keyboard got to do with a drum and all
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| School 'em on stage like I’m doin' a seminar
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| Professional type, I’m adjustin' my mic
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| Go to war kid I’ll give you any weapon you like
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| Give you something to run from, bust off your dum-dums
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| Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from
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| It’s Philly world-wide phenomenon
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| And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5
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| And when I finish making you recognize
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| I’m getin' at a couple civilized women that’s tryin' to ride
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| You been waitin' on the boul to come off to all
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| You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
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| Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
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| To keep you in health, this for all of y’all
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| I’m quick on the draw like Black McGraw
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| And I can’t tell what y’all cats rappin' for
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| My name 'riq Geez and I’m back for more
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| To get more chips than the corner store
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| With a portrait of Malcom X on the door
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| While I’m eatin' MCs like a carnivore
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| Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed
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| Ring the warning horn when I’m gon' perform
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| The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove
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| I’mma have y’all flicks on the evening news
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| Play y’all part — get on y’all P’s and Q’s
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| And when y’all face Thought, be prepared to lose
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| Bring money to spend and somebody to lend
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| And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens
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| Get took for your tuck right in front of your hens
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| Who coulda helped you, nigga? |
| not none of ya friends
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| Because, I put a black fist under ya chin
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| Have your physical remains found under the pen
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| If I’m coming up in the place, I’m coming to win
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| Wasn’t in it for a minute, now I’m dumbin' again
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| 'riq Geez, akh, y’all can chat what y’all please
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| Receive what I’m gonna get back to y’all believe
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| 'cuz you don’t really wanna get clapped with all these
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| My man, you can take y’all strap when y’all leave
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| You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze
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| Ice Cold, with his mellow Cool Breeze
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| MCs never showed loyalty yet
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| Kool Herc ain’t never get a royalty check
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| I do work, no question, and bomb your set
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| I’m calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette
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| RIP my man Gillette until I touch the mic
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| Y’all people ain’t seen danger yet
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| I’m a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck
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| Never hesitated yet, I’m gettin' heavy weighted checks
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| If you would dare ask if I’m dedicated — yes
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| I spit live rounds that’ll penetrate a vest
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| Nigga, take ya seats I’m a demonstrate a test
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| How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh
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| And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh
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| Big bank Willy Gank smoke the thing to death
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| But hold tight, cuz it’s not over yet
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| I don’t even feel like I’m not sober yet
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| And it ring like shots in the projects New Year’s Eve
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| And it ain’t even October yet
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| I’m a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett
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| Y’all more shell shocked then a soldier get
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| If the prize in my sights then I’m goin' for this
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| Whoo whoo 'riq Geez be the ultimate
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| I’m the culprit, give me the bulk of this
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| 'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip
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| Get down how you 'posed to get
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| I got nothing to lose, I’m a killer with no regrets
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| I’m like young LL, cuz I’m hard as hell
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| Makin' niggas screw face like Gargamel
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| Now I’m all out on my own like Patti LaBelle
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| Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle
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| Keep the beat goin'
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| Keep the beat goin' |