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"Alright party people, it's about that time
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We want everybody everybody off the stage
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Who ain't supposed to be on the stage
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And you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up"
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[Buckshot]
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Just clap your hands to the beat
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"Just clap your hands to the beat" (6x) "you don't stop"
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If you look at reality, I bet you can't see what I can see
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What could you see Buck, another duck
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Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck
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Now, you can keep the ball if you want
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But I'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt
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Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor
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Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (WHAT!!)
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That we do whatever we gotta do
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God bless the budda cess and my whole crew
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One thing I hate see fuck a hand
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You and your crew bite my style and you play Teddy Rucker man
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Timberland on the upper hand
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See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh
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I see for now I got to demonstrate
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Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?
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Chorus (4x)
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Two turntables and a mic (MIC!!)
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One phat emcee on the set (SET!!)
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[Buckshot]
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Watch me blow your back out wit the verb
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Herb, come test Buck you get served
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Look, up in the air, it's a bird
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No, it's Super Nigga and look he's puffin the herb
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Sayin "chocolate do a nigga justice"
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Bust this, spark another session I'm lovin the mist
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Contact in my nostril
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Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set
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The point is, you get biz on the mic
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Like back in the days, niggas we got more like
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Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize
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Just because I'm not commercialized
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Or when I'm in your town I rock the underground
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But you don't know me
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Cuz I don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow me
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Half bud-ass yellin "have a good time"
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Nowadays I'd rather have a good rhyme
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Chorus (4x)
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[Buckshot]
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Commercial rap get the gun clap
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Buckshot, original mack I'm takin it back
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Back, back to when the wack used to play loafer
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Carryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin over
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Sayin it's another form of hip-hop
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But get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walk
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At night, whenever I stomp I can feel the hawk
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Inside of my chest, from the bless
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What I manifest is what I bring forth
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Hold up people, I'm gettin you lost, wait a minute
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Remember this? remenisce?
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Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got dis
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Now what they do is this, to ruin this
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They put a commercial emcee in the business
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To make a brother like me play the dugout
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That's that shit, no doubt
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Chorus (4x)
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missin
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Two turntables and a mic
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And one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spot
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MC, DJ, this is how we do today
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Niggas can't believe how we do that
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Buckshot, BCC, representin who I be, FAP listen
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Check it out
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Buckshot, Beatminerz in the front in the back
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Two Turntables And A Mic
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Black Moon |