[Q-Tip] Phiiiiiife Dawg
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[Phife] Yo Kamal
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[Q-Tip] Reggie Noble
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[Redman] Up in ya!
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[Q-Tip] Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up
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[Busta Rhymes]
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You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard
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and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards
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Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm)
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when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
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Big up my little nigga Pedro
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Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to)
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Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no
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attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
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Wonderin how it's activate real quick?
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But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
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One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
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The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night
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Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz
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They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah)
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I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!)
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to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
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exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
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[Redman] Ha-hah!
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[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble
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[Redman] Feel me, yo Busta Bus
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[Busta] What up?
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[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
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[Phife]
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Yo what the fuck, ungh!
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Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)
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Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin)
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You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin)
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Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_
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Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin)
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Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!)
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Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin)
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Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction)
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Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here)
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Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!)
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Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish)
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My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge)
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Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon)
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Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)
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Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up)
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Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
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Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
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How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?
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Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo
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Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement)
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Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
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Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it
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[Busta] Yo Reggie Noble
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[Redman] Blaoowww, yo Phife diggy!
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[Phife] What up?
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[Busta] Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up!
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[Q-Tip]
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Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it
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Takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it
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When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good
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All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood
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Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky
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I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy
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Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance
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Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence
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Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers
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Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
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Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
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In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
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Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown
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Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down
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Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control
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We the musical equation of the whole entire nation
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[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg
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[Phife] Yes Kamal
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[Q-Tip] Busta Bus
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[Busta] What up?
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[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up
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[Redman]
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Yo yo
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I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs
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Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs
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Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
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Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
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Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
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To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big P un
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But I move crowds without a gun
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like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million!!
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Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
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five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
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Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
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the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse
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Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
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and best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
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Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg
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Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol!
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Heh heh heh
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Steppin' It Up
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
