Hit me, baby (that's right)
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Hurt me, baby (that's right)
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That-that-that funk
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That-that-that-that-
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That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk
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That's that retarded-like fonk
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Like you put your armpits in a drum machine
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Good God
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Break me off some of that
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Come on
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Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock
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To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
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To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em
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When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism
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The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa
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The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car
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The one who created it and many others imitated it
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I heard your rap style, kid - hated it
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Let me show you how, look here, now check my style
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What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow
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Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down
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And sway, sway when you hear the music play
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Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say
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Hey
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I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane
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He makes the party swing
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He turns the mother out
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And rips apart things
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Then I go...
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Da-da-da-da-da
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Yeah, I like the way it sound
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And I love the way it's goin down
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Da-da-da-da-da
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You know I like the way it sound
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And I just love the way it's goin down
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Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin?
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And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin'
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No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on
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Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone
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Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me
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You step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomy
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I only know one person that can come next to me
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No, that's a tattle
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Cause I can't count my own shadow
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A battle? I gots to have it
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Unless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for Chavez
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Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin
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Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin
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Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don
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Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon
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Back up, son, you know you can't get none
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Come on, I'm on a whole other level of rap
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And it's like that, now show me where the party at
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Da-da-da-da-da
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Yeah, I like the way it sound
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And I love the way it's goin down
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Da-da-da-da-da
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You know I like the way it sound
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And I love the way it's goin down
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The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D
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Come back to the K to the A to the N to the E
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Live from New York, the one and only
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I give it to you raw for my homies
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And to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fine
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It don't mind if we bump 'n grind
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If you're with me, jump in line
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Because if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic
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Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked
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Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur
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The kind you saw rhyme before
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But now you never find no more
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Steppin to the Kane with some drama to be startin
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Because I put em all on ice like Tonya Harding
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Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy
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Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy
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So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me
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You better change your name to 5000 cause you're Audi
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And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them too
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Just put the beat on and watch how I swing through
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The groove, with more style than a backstroke
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Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks
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That's the way I move, I always stayed a Smooth
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Operator with data watin for you to play a groove
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To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about
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Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house
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The Way it's Goin' Down
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