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You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get bucked
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The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up
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Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut
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All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
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Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
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Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes
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Cops pull me over like you under arrest
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Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast
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Dick riders, I hope you got your latex
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Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex
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The arrest echoes through your project
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Met Billie Jean, had safe sex
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Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
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Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks
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Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed
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Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest
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Actin like you want some, but wan't none
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Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots
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never bust none
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99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain't shit
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And most of these niggas suck dick
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<<Why should I waste my time?>>
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Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
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Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
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99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
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Swords in my back, all for the benjies
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I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D
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Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
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Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflate
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Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck
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This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
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Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
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Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
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Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply
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but don't get caught the same nigga'll testify
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Switch like a bitch, you not from East New York
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Youse a motherfuckin snitch
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Chorus
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<<Why should I waste my time?>>
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Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
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Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
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Not your average nigga, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
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I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler
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Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
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So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
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Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
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Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
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I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
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I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip
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Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
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You should come equipped
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Chorus
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99.9 Pa Cent
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Jeru the Damaja |