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Intro-
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What we gonna do right here is......
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Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
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Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
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Check it out, check it out
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Yo, yo, yo Who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic?
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WHO IS THIS MOTHERFUCKER?
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Psycho Les-
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It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick
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Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, UH!
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One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin'
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Now you want to press rewind
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I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
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Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds
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Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special
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Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel
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The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
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Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
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Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk!
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Da Doom Doom, Do Doom
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Fashion-
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Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth
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Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'Skills
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But Queens is like the area
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I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
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Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black!
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Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him
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Then I have my shottie' let my brother Divine get him
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We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch
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She said I only suck that dick cause I love you so much
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Said I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
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And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night
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So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
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Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit
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<Are you ready? Y'all ready for him?> chorus 4x
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Fashion-
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Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
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Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
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Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews
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Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues
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Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
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You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
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Got stacks of stocks, and fat beats to knock
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Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks
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Grand Puba:
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Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
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Grand time to represent flava so strong
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Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke
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Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke
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Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em
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Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em
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I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
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Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's
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Oops! I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch
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But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit!
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So let's get down with one of New York's finest
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Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus
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Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
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Beatnuts comin' with the rugged(Hey You, watch out now!)
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It's on motherfucker, can't you see that?
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No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?
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<Are you ready? Y'all ready for us?>(Chorus 5x)
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Right now you're as high as a junkie with a hundred-dollar habit...
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Are You Ready
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The Beatnuts |