*featuring Flipmode Squad, Def Squad
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[Verse One: Jamal]
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Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
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Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team
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Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
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You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
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Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
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For me the microphone master
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Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
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Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
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Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
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Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it
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Steady scream about your East and your West side
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But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
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Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
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Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick
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See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off
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Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft
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As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
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Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees
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About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us
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Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
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Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines
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Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
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One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme
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I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme
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Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this
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Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
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My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
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And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
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I only tell you nothin but the real it's
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tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
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Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
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three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
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I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
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But hold up do you know who I are?
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The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
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You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
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Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
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Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
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[Verse Two: Redman]
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Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
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Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
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Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
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I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
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Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
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I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
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Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
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with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
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you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
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I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
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Like bartenders mix liquor
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I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
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Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
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raw water turn sons to grandaughters
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Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
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So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
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Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
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MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
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My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
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Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
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Funk Doc to the spot freeze
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Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
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Def Squad representer
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Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter
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[Verse Three: Keith Murray]
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Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
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You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
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As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
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Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
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I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
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Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
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You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
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And probably can't even spell TWA
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My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
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Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
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Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
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Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
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And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
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Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
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[Interlude: Announcer]
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Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
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Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
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Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
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First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
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Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
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Busta Rhymes
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