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featuring Jamal PMD
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[Erick Sermon]
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For she's perhaps quite clever
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On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber
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Scary wise I'm way past terror
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I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella
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Rock 'em out the club
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Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
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From the bar compliments of E Dub
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I be the one to cause the confusion
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Twist your mind to pieces
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Make ya think I'm losin'
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Yeah niggaz try to provoke me
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But I'm a tower god
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So, there ain't no hope
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Bitches like dope E
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So, I resume, If they step
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I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon
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Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah
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Control the states and make a Def America
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My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
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It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol
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Word to the Preacher's Wife
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I got the power to annoy ya
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And keep them shiesty folks on point
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I'm the butler, servin' MC's
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Because I love to
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N-O, quote, You're a Customer
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[Redman]
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I put you in your right mind and frame
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I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
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All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang
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My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame
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Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em
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Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em
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But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me
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Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'
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Whether it be weed, dope or coke
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My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
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Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
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Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round
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Jump out a tree, land on your neck
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From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
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You be like damn, that's what I ride for
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If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July fourth
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Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
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The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit
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If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
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My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl
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[Chorus x2: PMD]
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MC's it's the final countdown
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You look tired can you go the round
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If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
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If not, I'll turn around and say forget it
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[Keith Murray]
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Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
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Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist
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And, I doubt it
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You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it
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Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it
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Yeah, wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it gets
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Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train
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Turn off the TV, lyrical vet
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Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
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You talk shit, you deserve what you get
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I'm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob
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Not a hip-hop cop and not down with the Mobb
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Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
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Simultaneously, with communication capabilities
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From high-class to mid-class to low and greedy
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I will instantaneously bust an MC
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The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter
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And make you exercise your shit up, nigga
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[Jamal]
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These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
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Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
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Def Squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
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.45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter
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Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
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Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
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Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke
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Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope
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Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower
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Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G
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Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
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Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium
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Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place
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House, that was some hardcore rap
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Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats
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'Bout to black out on all you wack cats
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[Chorus x2: PMD]
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MC's it's the final countdown
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You look tired can you go the round
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If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
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If not, I'll turn around and say forget it
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Countdown
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