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[Intro: BabyFace Fensta, (Sha-Cronz), <Buddha Monk>]
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<Listen to I...> *echo*
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(These punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
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(We made men, Haha!) YounahI'mSayin? What, nigga?
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(We--We been doin' this for years)
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Y'all niggaz can't see this shit
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<Du-du-du-dun-du-dun-da-dun>
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Can't even fuck with this track
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(Ain't nothin could stop us)
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<Hee-ha-ha-ha-ha> You know, on the corse of desperados
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(United Kingdom to the fullest) Word is bond
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(Sha-Cronz) Peace to the Gods, UK, Poppa Wu
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(Recognize) Buddha Monk, Sha-Cronz in the house
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(Before we bring in drama) <Da-dun-da-da-dun>
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YouknowwhatI'msayin? All my niggaz about to get hit. Word up.
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(Who we are, who we be) All my mommys about to get hit
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(What we stand for) <Come on, hoo-hey-hey> Justice and equality
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All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set
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<My boriquas on the set> YouknowwhatI'msayin?
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Hit them niggaz like that, yo <Ha!>
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[BabyFace Fensta]
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It's the sinister, sick like clamidia
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Burn like no vagina, your retina
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Screwin like you hard, while I lick off your head
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Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor
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Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
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Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
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Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin
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You unleashed the beast like the niece from Garfield east
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Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
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Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (Shut up!), always runnin (Ha!)
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from the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu-Zu)
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Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (He-Heh-Heh-Huu-Ha!)
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Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
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(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
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Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me
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Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies
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Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa
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Grab you up... AHHH!
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[Buddha Monk]
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Who's the killa? Monk iodine
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You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?
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Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find
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Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines
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Yo, check it out...
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I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4
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You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door
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Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros
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You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors
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I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor
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The actual nist gets broke like a wish
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and marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows
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Niggaz is clones, blast off the Iron Palm, you're kept from sacred songs
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The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin Zu's could rest in dirt
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The Projects is to eject shop up yets
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The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
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it's Buddha Monk, throw your head in the Cha-a-am-ber
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[Sha-Cronz]
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Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work
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that show's Benz and about a mil' I'm worth
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get higher than 10 kilohertz
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Blank on tracks like hungry rodents
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Rappers actin funny style and holdin
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Frontin, posted up like bowlin
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Pins rollin in Chevy's, while you're goin broke
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Holdin a Benz, I'm heavy on the neck
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Pissin weights, can't risk Kuwait
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and objects, get these papes and escape
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Ballad and Cronz is like a midget to an ape
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Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
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niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
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left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol
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What?
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[Chorus (x2): Buddha Monk]
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We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate
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Sha-Cronz, Buddha Monk and our nigga, BabyFace
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It's an MC's fate to test the Zu's great
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and we won't stop, until death is a bedmate
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[Buddha Monk]
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What? Alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit
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Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
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If I do it any way I wanna do it
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Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps
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I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake MC
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Who wanna test thee? Ha, nigga please
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I'll serve you this here remedy, G-O-D fuckin up ya whole family
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Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like Tarzan thro |