Intro/Hook (x2)
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(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
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(*Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin?*) HARDCORE!!!
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(*The hardcore rap act is back!*)
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(*No I, no I ain't smilin*)
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Verse 1: Dray
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Yo, yo
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I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
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Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up
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So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
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Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
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Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
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Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
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So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
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cos in a second I'ma pull a fuckin Tek-in
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Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick
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Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick
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Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ
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Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ
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Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
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and if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
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or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *?in them rise?*
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Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos-
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-pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it
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If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
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cos yo...
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Hook (x2)
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Verse 2: Skoob, Dray
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Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumours
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My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas
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wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna
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I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
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So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government
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but I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
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and a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
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to hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry
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Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
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Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
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And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
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See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winstons
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Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a
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F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein
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a fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
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Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me
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I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
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I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them
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I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
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Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record
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I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
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Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that
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I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
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So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it
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Uhh
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Hook (x2)
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Verse 3: Skoob
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Abara-cadabara, return of the punk MC batterer
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I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica
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From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat
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Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
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Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest
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flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been
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lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
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Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles
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Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha
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When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda
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and when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2
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Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
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Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
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that fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
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Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
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now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli
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wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
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I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut
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Bring it!
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Hook (x2)
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HARDCORE!!!
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*repeat*
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Hardcore Rap Act
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Das EFX |