Ahh yeah
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We gon' pump this up one time
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As we set it off a little like this, kick it!
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Pump it up now (it's a Big Daddy thing)
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As we send this out to New York City
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Can't forget the posse down in Philly
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Also in Detroit (it's a Big Daddy thing)
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Chicago, Atlanta GA
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Sendin this out to Miami (it's a Big Daddy thing)
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Tampa, can't forget Virginia and North Carolina
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L.A. and Oakland (it's a Big Daddy thing)
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And the rest of the world as we go a little somethin like this
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(it's a Big Daddy thing)
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Let it rain let it rain to be put it pain
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with nothin to gain under the wrath of Kane
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Cause you can't maintain, I drained every brain
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to leave a stain plain to remain in my lane
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or path or road, until the next one be sewed
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That the B-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y explode
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Just like a bomb in Vietnam, so hit the alarm
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or be funky like a underarm
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And allow, me to show how, the microphone should flow
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Now, competition bow, to me like a Buddha
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The teacher, the tutor
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They come a dime a dozen but the Kane look cuter
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And I ain't about that slouchin or crabbin
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so save it -- cause that's one thing I ain't havin
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Because the purpose I serve is to please ya
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Rhymes will ease ya, like Milk of Magnesia
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So bust a pimp without a limp
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And I crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
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get loose I put a boost and used to chill
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the comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice
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"Big Daddy thing" (2X)
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I'm just that ruthless, to leave ya toothless
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Cause you're useless, makin up excuses excuses
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So never touch tap tangle or tamper
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A fearless fly foe'll get slapped with a Pamper
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Cause I can dig in your face like root canal
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But I'ma chill, won't even dispute you now
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Actin wild just ain't my style
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Cause only the live will be movin the crowd but see
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quiet as kept, not like a starter you
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but I can roast an MC like a barbecue
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In the Dead Zone, you shouldn't have left home
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Steppin to the man, now get the head flown
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I bring the terror, horror, there's no tomorrow
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Child you shouldn't even bother
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to press up, and get broken like a Lee nail
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So let me school ya plus scoop your female
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Just like a jiggalo but I'm much bigger though
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I'm like a hitman, pullin the trigger slow
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and smooth to the groove with lyrics that sooth
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and improve with every move, that's why you've
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been enhanced by the mentally divine
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So play football, and let's go the nine
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Shorts I take none, cause I ain't the one
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In eighty-nine there's damage bein done
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And for you to diss me, will be very risky
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Cause I make this be, as strong as whiskey
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To break and make my foes dispose in force
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So y'all can see how me the Kane will just reign
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superior, cause I ain't even hearin ya
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Save the yang, cause it's a Big Daddy thang
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"Big Daddy thing" (4X, then cut and scratched to end)
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And this one here goes out to my man Mad Money Murph
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Can't forget Big Sha, Big Therm
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And also I got to say whassup to my man Horace
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Got Nice and Smooth in the place to be
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Mack Daddy Nick, know what I'm sayin?
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Can't forget my man Ant Live
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And of course the one and only Prince Paul, peace!
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It's a Big Daddy Thing
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