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Intro: 1000 degrees Hot
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Continuously yeah
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Who's that crazy nigga
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Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw
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Kicking crazy hardcore crazy metaphors
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When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts
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Niggas ask why the Squad be on it like that
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Cause we stay with the lethal dosage
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Click on the Mic MC's run like roaches
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Truthfully I think them niggas is gay
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Always havin a party with no DJ
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I had to hold my head in disbelief
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Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief
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Of the frontal leaf Keith
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Knowing damn well they can't win
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My style is rougher than army gear and old timb
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The east coast say ill
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The west coast say ill
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My squad is def they don't give a fuck
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They say kill
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Cause we can all sing together
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That's why I pack the black gat up under the leather
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And keep it hot
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CHORUS: (3x)
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It's 96 degrees in the shade
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1000 degrees
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I got nuts like Almond Joy, like Mounds you don't
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I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers won't
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Now I'm the show shocker plus the show stopper
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Down with makin G's and all the block clockers
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Down with L.O.D., the motherf-ing cop droppers
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Down with Def Squad flying through your hood in choppers
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Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year
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Than the bloods and crips care to hear
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Ear to ear, glock to hand, Mic to mouth, resuscitation
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Psychosomatic creation
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Killing off the nation of perpetration
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Player hating, bringin confrontation
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I'll shoot your hips up and make you bogle like Jamaicans
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I'm doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing
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Y'all niggas know my style
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I smoke weed on trains and planes
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Murderous material submerging from my brain
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Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change
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And make it hot
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CHORUS
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I'm the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual
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Boy your not suitable
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I work wonders over the beats
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It's no wonder phony MC's pee the bed
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Relax your head
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Accomodations and compliments of the infrared
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Theoretically, hypothetically, practically
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Actually ain't nobody fucking with me
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I'll sell your stupid ass the Brooklyn Bridge
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If you think an MC in your camp can fuck with the kid
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I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts
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While the Squad light up the sky with blunts
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If you catch a nigger dreaming
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Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise
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Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize
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Cause we be on their lemonade type shit
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I ain't no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick
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I make it hot
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CHORUS (2x)
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Hot To Def
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| Keith Murray |
