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featuring Lakim Shabazz, Apache
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Intro/Chorus: (x6)
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1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
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1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
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Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz
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???? rappers are full of this, since I'm a Don I'm pullin out a hit
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cos I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
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Flavor Unit, it's time to attack the prey
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So make way for hip-hop's green beret
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Bring on the refills, you see we feel
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the name of the brain game is kill or be killed
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I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
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Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
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We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
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Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door
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Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt
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You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck!'
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I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
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After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
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My tactics are drastic and real fast
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I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
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I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
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To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
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So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
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Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
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Everyday all day this be the hard way
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Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day
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Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin rappers out
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1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
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Chorus (x3)
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Verse 2: Apache
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Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
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You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
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While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
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Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain't got shit to lose
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Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
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You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up
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If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame
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handicapped, crippled and "pussy" was my middle name
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you couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick
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I know who beat'cha quick (who?), my grip
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*?Failin this?* to some type of tournament
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I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament
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Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
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He's with the 40-below footprint on his chest
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Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
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Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
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Head found in the bar of a limosuine
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The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens
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Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin
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Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
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I told you I'm out to stalk,
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Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
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Apache, that's me, I'm gettin rappers' ass
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1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
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Chorus (x4)
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Verse 3: Treach
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You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
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The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack
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You challenge Treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
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I thought you did a triple cos you said "Aw, fuck that!"
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Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?*
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Give me a hearin aid or two then I'm thru cos I'm that def
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That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
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Club rappin all be, I'm wreckin on all 3
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This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
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Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble?
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A-B-C, skip to the S-T
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U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z
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Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
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Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
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Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
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so I'm straight, if I hear "drop the bomb" I have to go
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Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
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Erase, forgive me not cos shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
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Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
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I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there
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Put on a tip or hittin hips, I'm more than quick
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I Grease my Lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick
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schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
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Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin
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Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T
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1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3
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Chorus (x4)
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1, 2, 3
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Naughty By Nature |