[Intro:]
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Blaze this one, word up!
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I'ma blaze this one
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No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
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Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
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I'm Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!!!
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The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
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Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!
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All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!!!
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Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
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Word up, check it!
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I shot ya!
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I'm splittin brothers open like a doctor
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Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
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I drop ya down in boilin acid
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Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
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Violations, room vibrations, son
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cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one
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Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
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puttin hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
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What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin
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Now watch cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin
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Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
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Blazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
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I take advantage
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Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
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Ya hear me
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the whole scenario is dreary
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MC's is gettin wet up in the game
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I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
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I shot ya!
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[Chorus:]
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Ya wanna (uhh)
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Ya wanna (uhh)
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Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
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plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
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I shot ya!
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[repeat]
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I shot ya! (uhh)
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I got ya strap to the stagin
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Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
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Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
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Ya gettin nervous for talkin shit with no purpose
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Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
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What goes around comes around, not around farmers
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Silence, shhhh, very deadly
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Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
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Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
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Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?
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Baby boys reminiscin old school shit
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Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
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with a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
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I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
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Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers
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Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character
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Ya get serious
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Real niggas recognise what my theory is
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I shot ya!
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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I shot ya!
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Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
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Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
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No doubt about it
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Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru
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Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary
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Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
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Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?
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Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin
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I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot
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Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin up my spot
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My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love
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Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
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I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be
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You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
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And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out
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Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt
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Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
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Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
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Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
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Easy does it
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I gotta pluck it like buzzards
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I shot ya!
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[Chorus (x3)]
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[Outro: (over chorus)]
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What, what, what, what, what
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Uh, what?
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Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
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No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
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Trackmasters lace me, y'knowI'msayin?
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And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
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That's it son!
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Peace!
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I Shot Ya
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LL Cool J |