It's on now
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Look at what we have here
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You understand what we goin through today?
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You understand who you fuckin with?
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[Billy Danze]
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Oh what you thought we wasn't comin back? The last time we rapped
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A lot of niggaz that yapped, hit put in they place
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For fragile-ly flossing, makin me wanna stick
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this llama and this lauson, up in they face
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(IT'S THE WORLD'S FAMOUS) You ain't gotta tell 'em
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We still at it, we still batted, they still doubt it (OH!)
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We do it like we do it (OH!) with nothing to hide
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Hollerin Brownsville (DON'T FUCK WITH THE PRIDE)
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From a world down inside (WHERE) killers and vandals
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train in rugged terrain to maintain handles
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(FIZZ!) Nobody touchin him (WILL!) Still double clutchin 'em
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Please believe I'm out of your league (DON'T FUCK WITH HIM!)
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Extrordinary rap kid, don't get yo' young ass
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bumped off and dumped off the Brooklyn Bridge
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I got a chip on my shoulder (AH!) and an extra clip
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to fit the heavy shit on my hip and my holster
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[Chorus: sped up "Take a Minute" samples]
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[Lil' Fame]
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It's for the listeners - for those that have an ear for this
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Straight from Jamar-rrrrrrrrocko in the mix
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Keep the mic crystal clear when he spit
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He do it for thugs huggin the block and he's straight from the bricks
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Go get your mac homes, it's Fizzy Womack homes, he back homes
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He crack bones and crack domes you get your back BLOWN
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We don't write battle raps for yo' ass; we catch him in the streets
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Put golf clubs and bats to yo' ass
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Now salute (SALUTE) to those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years
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Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.)
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They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?)
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Simple and plain (what?) we don't kiss ass
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FUCK IT! Let it bang, we still do our thang
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Ten years in the game and ain't shit changed
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Fuck the whole rap game! Bill and Fame still killin the beats
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Still bangin and we still in the streets, mother-fucker!
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[Chorus]
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Take A Minute
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| M.O.P. |
