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South Bronx, New York
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(evil laughter)
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Chorus: x3
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Is it live, live, live, live, live
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(evil laughter)
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Verse one:
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I heard your CD is wack wasn't fucking impressed
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Who's the nigga with the big mouth
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I live your ass ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth
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Your hypeman sound like a bitch that switch
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Y'all niggas need to be around when my dick itch
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Yo TNT these niggas acting wild like they homo
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But they trying to see me fuck it I'm a pull up in a Ford van
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Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
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Walk in your studio session
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Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson
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Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a fucking
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bomb
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I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs
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Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
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Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
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When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
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Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
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I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus
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In a yellow Caprice Classic
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I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us
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Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family
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We ?roll and amp? G
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The fuck y'all talking about
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I'm moving a different route
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Grab the carbines from under the couch
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See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island
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I'm not gon' be smiling
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Magnum waiting for your ass
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Yall gon' see my face, fuck a mask
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(evil laughter)
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Chorus: x4
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Verse two:
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Smearing your mailbox
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With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from the deli
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Black shoe polish on your glass table I'm ready and able
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Going on the roof
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When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable
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Harass you to move
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Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool
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While you scream fuck you
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I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice
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In a station wagon with hot beans
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Taking a coffee break back in the house
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Giving your Chihuahuas
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Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State
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Leaving the front room
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Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
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Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets
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In the shower
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You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls
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For seventy hours check out your sore ribs
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The screen is gritty
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Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City
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Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
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To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair
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Coming up the street
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Walking up the main avenue
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I'm passing you
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With a leather coat that looks similar to yours
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Fuck you
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You looking at me
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I'm a start walking behind you
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Act like I'm pantomiming you
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Talking to police men
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Chewing a arm
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And joined by a black and white squad car
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With binoculars watching you very far
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(What's up motherfuckers)
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(evil laughter)
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Chorus: x4
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Is it live, live, live, live, live
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Live
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| Dr. Dooom |
