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featuring Al Tariq A.L. Black Attack Cuban Link JuJu Problemz
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"We're just some men that's on the mic
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And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick]
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*sample cut and scratched*
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[Cuban Link]
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Yo twin I do my thing baby Cuban Link is one in a million
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Me and my squad of villains be stealin and robbin/Robin like Williams
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Then we hop in the BM convertible I'll verbally murder you
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Wit a versatile verse or two, up close and personal, word
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I'm Universal like the Studios, put my foot up your booty-hole duke
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Then burn that ass like ?Manculio Jew?
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Pass the uzi, pun the left hand side and let the best man try
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To come test Spanish Fly
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[Ju Ju]
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Um shorty, how you make it slip like that?
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Yo I love it when you wrap your legs around my back
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I remember when you used to act shitty and pass
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On the video, now you wan' give me that ass
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It's all love though, money make the world rotate
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I'll be hittin them hips till they dislocate
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Yo I'm official wit the pipe game, I ain't no clown
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Big Ju mami, gon' make your love come down
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[A.L.]
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Aiyyo Ju, I speak original, to me there's no comparison
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Cuz when it comes to microphones, I'm nicer than Samaritans
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I cause embarrassment to rappers, think you servin me?
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Y'all could bring the gasoline, but ain't a brotha ever burnin me
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My youths concernin me, eternally of the infirmiry
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Stalkin these clowns, walkin around, times similar to Germany
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Chokin the ground as the skies turn to burgundy
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The illest lyricist, that's why these rappers wanna murder me, what!
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Chorus 2x
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Chorus [Cuban Link]
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La di Da di, we love to party
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We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi
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"We're just some men that's on the mic
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And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick]
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[Al Tariq]
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Aiyyo remember how I used to break them down
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I got tears for years when I used to shake them down
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And then I dust em off, no come, I calm none done finito
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Hit the bad freaks but, be that man burnin the chico
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You see yo, mouth pieces, bitch pieces
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Four releases, five times in human pieces
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Shit ceases, no beef wit the great one
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The black sheep could snuff asleep, could bust a fake one
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[Problemz]
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Get your snot-box Rocked like Charles Dutton
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Who else could it be, but no other than the P part three
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Still out for cash and killa noise nigga
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Spark lah, stay high bring your boys nigga
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Head in the sky where it's supposed to be
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Writers approachin me, tryin to get close to me
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Thinkin about roastin me, psssst...you gotta be jokin me
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I'm ultimately one of the top MC's, drop MC's
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Lock it down like Monopoly, ain't a damn thing stoppin me
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[Black Attack]
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Yo yo, now you just done heard five raw MC's
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Last but not least Black, bout to blaze these trees
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Shit be real walkin in the streets in NYC
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I just, hold my head, that thug shit ain't me
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Son you know how it be, offically feelin mad vibe inside of me
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Catch me on a island, still screamin "Fuck that!"
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Drop a charter, we on tracks
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Yo Black rep that, everytime I'm on wax
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Chorus 2x
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-woman singing and Slick Rick sample cut up-
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[Cuban Link]
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Yo yo, yo yo La di Da di, we love to party
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"Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic
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And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!"
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(You don't stop)
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Yo yo, La di Da di, we love to party
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"Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic
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And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT!"
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On The Mic
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