Intro/Hook (x16):
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It's lik dat y'all
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Verse 1: Dray, Books
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Yeah check it, uhh, yeah, check it
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Well check it out y'all, it's the maniac, lyrical brainiac so back the
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freak up
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If niggas got some beef then *?goget?* boy had better speak up
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Cos I'm rippin this, my style's ridiculous, look how I word it
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These niggas couldn't tell us they were jealous but I heard it
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when they came and tried to tease, please you must be jokin
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They tried to diss the kid, they got they [fuckin] bodies broken
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For that rap [shit] cos black I smack [shit] from here to Philly
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I swallow up your crew then crack a brew and spark a philly
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Cos you're bluffin like you're rougher, enough of that crap
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Just meet me on the stage and let's see who can really rap
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Cos if you really wanna battle, well that'd be the spot
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So now I pass the mic so that my nigga Books can rock
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Three cheers, aiyo wiz, the mic guy groovy
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If you step and watch that verse because that first one is a doosey
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Then I'm up next to squeeze, I got nuff expertise
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for the roughnecks and G's, I'm swingin somethin but the function
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Kid, I amp up, recamp up, bust a Hit Squad stamp up
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Do your [fuckin] vest up just to make a mess, umm
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2-1 - use to run it wild with the young'n
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The wrestlers, and just beneath the promise where I'm from 'n'
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Hey sweet lookin, you need to peep what I got cookin
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Since I'm livin rough I gots ta give it up to Brooklyn
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Crews can kiss it up the garden with that work, I'm just the dirt
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until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd....
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Hook (x16)
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Verse 2: Dray, Skoob
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Yeah yeah
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Well comin back, it's like I'm eenie meenie, none of y'all can see me
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Cos yo I'm disapearin, reappear like I'm a genie
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Yes, the lunatic so bust that tuna kick, it's just a warning
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Cos I could I go for mayor, to 'peer like ????
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I'm wicked, kick it sicker than your frame like it's a tumor
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I roll with PMD, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour
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Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser
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My turn will kiss the stone and that chick they call Medusa
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When I wreck [shit] I'm on some neck [shit] because I'm quicker, son
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I run thru rappers like my name was Harry Dickerson
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Now ain't that a bitch, I switched up my pitch
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So you can stay real kid, but I'ma stay rich
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Aight, I kicks my style from Brooklyn and some lipsy wanna test this
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so I'm sendin em to the showers by the powers that I invested in
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The nutcracker blacker wear these guns to smack a phony
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Ass backwards like crab, cheese and macaroni
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Good grief, some try to rock it, G, they need to knock it itoff
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They must be eatin gerbals cos that [shit] they dropped was sitoft
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For worse or better, kid, I never let another serve me
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I'll get flyer than that 23 on Mr.Jordan's jersey
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Crews be talkin bout they takin, cough it up just like they spit up
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The night that they was [fuckin] they's lookin for some skins to hit up
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Now I wait for Solid Scheme to bring the beat back
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Cos it's like to flip which makes my stylus free jack, believe that
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Hook to fade
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It's Lik Dat
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