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[Featuring Problemz]
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BK representative Problemz
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DJ Honda
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"We don't play when it's time to slay" Erick Sermon
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"Kill the noise" Parrish Smith
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*DJ Honda cuts the samples as they repeat for 3 bars*
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Check it yo
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Bench pressin rappers be givin me extra strength like Excederin
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But this veteran is better in this profession when I'm editin
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competitors steppin to my direction but I'm two steps
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ahead a ya my flow is non-stop like et cetera
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et cetera, from beginning to end I begin to blend
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And you gets no wins even if your stereo is on ten ten
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Comin directly from BK representin on the love love
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Makin shorties push up like Hurby Luv Bug
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Word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama
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Cause when I register my armor they all pause like a comma
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I'ma, bout ready to break this down and get more claps
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than a shorty with crabs, givin up ass on the ave
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I be the honorable, like Elijah Muhammad, Farrakhan
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And all praises due when I run through tracks like a maraton
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They call me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho
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Liver than O.J. Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco
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Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test
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One of the best in this profession that's no question I be reppin
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"We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon
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"Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith
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*DJ Honda cuts and scratches the samples for four bars*
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Understand the Problemz is internationally ranked supreme
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BK connection, when I be reppin that's no question
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Deceased presidentials on my mentals at all times
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Hop in the three and a quarter, hit the spot and cop four dimes
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Raw rhymes enable me to live life luxurious and lavish
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My vital infested with carats
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Cabbage is the topic of discussion cousin
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Eight multiplied by a dozen is the year my name will start buzzin
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You wasn't, prepared nor aware caught you off guard
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In actuality you barred, frontin like you hard
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on my sixty inch screen, tellin lies to my vision
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Frontin like you was in prison Dunn you know that shit is fiction
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While I'm sittin on mill's, coppin a mansion in the Hills
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Preferably in Beverlly collectin treasury consecutively
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Inevitably the refugee with the recipe
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Breakin these niggaz up like referees is my specialty
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You know the four-eleven black strictly stacks on top of stacks
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L-E-X three-double-ohs and Legend Ac's
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Puttin the facts on wax, bout to blow like a sax
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Problemz recognize now bring that back
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"We don't play when it's time to slay" - Erick Sermon
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"Kill the noise" - Parrish Smith
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*DJ Honda again cutting and scratching four sections*
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(Who the fuck are you?)
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I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with shit don't tempt me
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Cause I blow up spots like Ed Kozinsky this MC
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tried to convince me that he was nice when he was wack
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So he was forced to pay the price and got his ass Jack-ed like Dempsey
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Left his motherfuckin pockets empty, cause his technique was flimsy
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Pulled out on Son Duke, just like a Benz-y
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Anti-benevolent, never hesitant to represent
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Catch a couple of bodies do away with the evidence
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Dem batty bwoy nah wanna come test me
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Cause when a nigga like Problemz get busy I leave em Dizzy like
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Gillespie
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Comin directly, from the battlefields of BK with my armor
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word to momma niggaz don't really want no drama cause this rhymer
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cause trauma, hurry and dial nine-eleven for EMS
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Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like PMS
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I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster
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When I blast your ass like NASA you're be whinin like Patra
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Who's the master...
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*DJ Honda again, you know the drill*
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*DJ Honda keeps gettin buck to the end*
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Kill The Noize
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DJ Honda |