(feat. Keith Murray, Sy Scott)
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Hit it hard
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Yeah, yeah, when I stick it she be like (uh)
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Yeah, pimpin, I run up right inside 'em, yeah
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[Verse One: Sy Scott]
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Yo, it goes hey you, guess what, guess who gets what
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I snatch baguettes, you get what you get, guess what
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Guess what, you get it and forget it like guess what
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Guess what get done to special guests that can't guess what
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He goin on when Sy be goin off
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In the cross my Squad run tracks like motocross
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I write words I read and then re-word 'em
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Same word, rework 'em without re-wordin 'em
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Word perfect for workin with 'em
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Workmen do homework, men at work in the network workin system
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Yeah, I overwork, work the middle
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Work and turn your homework workbook against you
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In the range of a roundabout ratio
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I merry-go-round around around the radio
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Around around and away we go
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Everytime Sy bust down then it's up up away you go
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[Chorus: Keith Murray]
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Now what do you niggaz think about this
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A jam for the streets that you can't resist
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So hustle to this, bang to this
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Get your money to this, yeah listen to this
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Now what do you bitches think about this
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A jam for the clubs that you can't resist
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So shake to this, freak to this
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Drink up to this, yeah listen to this
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[Verse Two: Erick Sermon]
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Uhh, huh
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E-Dub, I'm known like the Rucker
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Fucker, comin through like a redneck trucker
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Nother, man down, call 9-1-1
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I stash that so they can't find my gun
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I'm in the woods like hikers, bikers, campers
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Antlers, bears snakes and long-leg tarantulas
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Uh, E-Dub I got balls
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If I get chased pon' de river like Sean Paul, believe it
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I'm on the fish neck, like jet-skis
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I killed Romeo, along with Jet Li
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And messin with the E be incomparable
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Get romped like Romper Room, a one man platoon
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Oh I say, I'm Andrew Dice Clay
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Filthy mouth and also fuck y'all
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You wanna get physical we touch y'all
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Haters we appreciate the love so - thank you very much y'all
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Keith Murray]
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Last but not least, Keith wreck shop comfortably
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When I flow, I fuck up your street credibility
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Def Squad get busy often
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When it comes to chicks we got more tricks than a dolphin
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You see the new E-Dub spin when I pull up
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Ecko sweatsuit with the hood up
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This shit is so hot you could cook an egg on it
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So I sunny-side up, buttered toast my opponents
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I take the drama to the middle of the street
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Or any nigga that's feelin himself like Tweet
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Kid you sonned out, let me speak to your father
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Matter of fact, hold these here, and don't even bother
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We come through with the nines poppin
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Niggaz get so quiet, you can hear rats pissin on cotton
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So you see there's nothin furthermore to say
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Aiyyo Busta, "Pass the Courvoiser"
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[Chorus]
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Listen
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Erick Sermon |