"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock.."
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"Meth-Tical.."
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"Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..
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Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches
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the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
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Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
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Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it
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So I grab it, never run, the outcome
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is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
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or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast
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Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
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The rings and things you sing about, bring em out
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It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
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It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented
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but they wasn't, so run it, cousin
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I could chill, the heat doesn't
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Ran up in your shell about a dozen
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You never see bank like Frank White
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Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate
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You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high
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[Redman]
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Yo.. yo yo
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I don't brownnose out of town hoes
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I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
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I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
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You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes
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Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear
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I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here
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Your time is near, so get your body dropped off
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I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
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It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
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By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother
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I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
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I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
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The Doc was born with a grenade palm
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I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom
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Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy
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If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high
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"This rule is so underrated.." -brbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrbr>
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Keep your hands high (what?)
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Rap Phenomenon
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| Method Man |
