Uh huh
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Bring it back baby
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Feel me on this...
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[Verse One]
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I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex
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Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)
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I bring it ruff when I be rockin'
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Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)
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Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy
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Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy
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I got a appetite for the mic
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Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight
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Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect
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Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)
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I hate a biter laying in the cut
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Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)
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I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs
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Niggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas
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I said I'm so ill
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Deaf niggas be dancin to my jams still
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I spit shit dead niggas could feel
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Stay in my zone to keep shit sellin
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Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin
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You wanna know if a nigga is real
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Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes
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If he tell you that he got a peal
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So you can read em like that
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That niggas not a dawg he's a mutherfuckin cat
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things
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All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring
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Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigga
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Or you might get your fakin ass shot my nigga
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[Verse 2]
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Check it out...
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To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on
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Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)
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I rock on my own label just like The Artist
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Without the high heel boots and no I¡¯m not a loud guitarist
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Bitches enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit
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And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em shit
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Niggas be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts
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You can't get a bitch if your broke
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Blow you niggas out like smoke
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Everybody wanna rhyme
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Is it for the love or the dimes (shit)
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I know a nigga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
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And stop loopin up niggas beats
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I'm sarcastic, shit I might spit
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But don't mind me I'm just another MC
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The only difference is i scrap for mines
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And don't ride another nigga's lap for mines
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It's about beats and rhymes
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You niggas better get it together
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Before I bring it to you nigga, whatever
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot
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I be to rap what clip be to glock
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Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes
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I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws
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Niggas are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop
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It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
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Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass niggas with hope
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Got niggas in the audience sick offa bad dope
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You niggas need Beatminerz
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So you can stop serving up layin ass beats like the Greek diner
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Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic
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Idiotic, niggas bout it bout it
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I got history, B
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I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P.
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The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach
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Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet
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Niggas be screamin that they real
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Yeah, real bitch, real soft, like you smooth off
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I like big butt bitches and hot cars
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And never have ta give a bitch a diamond
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Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'
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Thug niggas in the house
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Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his fuckin ass out
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[Chorus]
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[During Final Chorus]
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Real niggaz
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This goes out to
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My niggas Gang Starr
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My niggas Beatminerz
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For my niggas M.O.P.
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Check it out
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Whaddup Kurupt Mob
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For underground Niggas
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Philly
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Devious Minds
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Bumpy Knuckles |