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[ Illa Noyz ]
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You didnt know so let it flow my slang bang ya
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Crews move to my tunes before the Macarena
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Consider it danger
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Mongol slay it play a beat like a perfect stranger
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Simple and plain give me the lane ahh
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Catch the beat like grand groove
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My hustle is mad smooth
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Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon
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Since you assume youve seen my sun shining
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And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah vibing
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Wack venetian blinding
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Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times
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The Bucktown Judy
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Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be?
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The Illa
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You feel me in your inner
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I deliver deadly like postmen
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Im holding
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Hold up thats an understatement
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When the beats break it aint no move faking
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Im more them FBI guys with the rude awakening
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Further contemplation
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May lead to some titles being taken
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When its Noyz your facing
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Your placed in a stressful situation
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Chorus: Illa Noyz and Heltah Skeltah
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And it does
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Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
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Yes it does
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Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
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Yeah it does
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Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
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Yes it does
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Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
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[ Ruck]
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Here I am (here we go)
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T-A-W
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L Sean, here to bring trouble to
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Phony MCs I slap em up with my pistol
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Try to fuck with Ruck feel the heat from the missile
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Whats the issue?
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The issue is the topic at hand
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Niggas rip and never say shit when the shot in my hand
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Got the upperhand brotherman
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Sift through the knowledge
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God cipher divine rhymes will shine like polish
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[ Illa Noyz ]
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Demolish, Ill do just that
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Abolishing funny style cats with them wack acts
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Since that has been fact
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The underdog from the underground
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Leaves you facedown
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Like a therapeutic back massage
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Or police with a bogus charge
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Im pulling your card
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To scar is my specialty ( Yo it better be )
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See you dont have your cheat sheet for this test
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So take a guess
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And become the one to make a rational move upon, you gone
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Underestimating this Boot Camp bomb
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Chorus
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[ Rock]
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Yo, who is this dufis?
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Thinking he ruthless
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Broccoli your toothless
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Now you sound and look stupid
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You get your head spun around like a screw just
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For being the only girl in the town full of men like smurf Edna
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Little blue bitch
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Take a foul, fuck your mama
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Smack her if she never warned you about a walking bombita time-ahh
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I aint lying ya boys-ahh
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Thats a fair one ask Illa Noyz ( yup, yup, yup)
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And like my little nephew I break toys
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[ Illa Noyz ]
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The Boot Campian phantoms amp son
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Some of this mantel dismantle brothers with anthems
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Cheaters want me like them Champion clothes
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But home info
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Stuck inside your head congest like common cold
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When Im on flipmode
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Son Rampage the stage amaze after a Spliff Star
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Lord Have Mercy when I Bust them rhymes bar after bar
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See my mind spread, Its no longer a hobby
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Dont try me
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But I put that ass to beds so pull a Javi
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Chorus - 4x
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Illa Noyz
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| Boot Camp Clik |
