[Intro: King Just]
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Falalalala
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Yo, this is how we do this shit
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[Chorus 2X: All]
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Niggas better move, niggas better get back
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Niggas better move, don't fake no jacks (Leave Now!)
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[King Just]
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I come like a river, I'll make ya shake ya zipper
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The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya
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Raw, hardcore, sounds that pound
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Stop, look, what's that sound?
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Come on now, you've got to swing with the King
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Cuz the things I bring'll cause more ruckus than Rodney King
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Riots, gimme ya head and I'mma fry it
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Try it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
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Cats are jammin like Mitch Green, more albums than Al Green
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A fiend for rap, puttin this shit on back
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For my niggas who put me on the map (Like that, like that)
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Back, flash his ring around the axis
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Feel my mark upon ya chest when it slashes
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Slow like molasses, Black Fist is massive
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And I rock rhymes from here to Shaolin to Dallas
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[Mega Don]
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Boom, the bomb, the Mega Don drops
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What the Blood Clots? Two-Six fuckin shots
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Stand clear for the warfare
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Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air
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Yea, the Mega Don's repossessin shit
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And I'll represent, kid these misfits are militant
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Since, life's a bitch, I'mma use her
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One life to lose her, the Mega Don's a death abuser
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Like a butt, niggas better spit at you
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I'm sick, with what I'm dealin with, Shaolin be rippin shit
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On the wreck, Mega Don, Knotty Dread Brothers
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We actin live, but this way, all that's dead
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So act like you know, black
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It's the Mega Don, check the stat
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Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Profes]
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Check it out, it's the mutt who rules like King Tut'
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You rappers suck, it's another Black Fist uppercut
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All I wish for is blunts and stunts
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You get played like a dunce, I get props makin mutts
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Misfits, a bunch of hoods with Knapps, hairs twisted
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Steppin to my crew, you wouldn't wanna risk it
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Just listen, I'mma school that ass like the Board of Ed
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A skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick head
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Nuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smoke
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Blow it out thru my nose, then take another tote
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I hope, that I could live large like Boss Hogg
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The cat's out the bag, fuck it, let loose the dogs
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I'm walkin niggas like a pit, it's the Profes
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Be on my face, hard like an erect dick
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[Star]
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I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitors
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Van Clans are canned, they can't understand my slammin stamina
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I master trash in blastin, ass-rappin
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This gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actin
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Approachers, choke from the smoke of snub noses
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And die, high off highly potent doses of dopeness
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I posted, roast up these jokers, it's over
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Quit, I'm rippin off your shit like strip poker
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Each one, teach one son, but you was taught wrong
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I swarm, rip four pawns, you're torn, sick thoughts form
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But if I ever want z's chief, I just repeat
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No wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleep
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Black Fist, the Shaolin Click, declares war
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So move, move muthafucka, what you waitin for?
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Outro]
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Fuck that, blood clot!
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(Easy, easy, selecta, Black Fist is ours, celestial
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Any man want some must get after dem)
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Big shout out, all right
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Big shout out to all my man lock down
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Shitty Brown (My man Will)
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Ah.. Two-Six Mob, my liners
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Ah.. MZA (L.K.) Ah.. GP Wu
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Ah.. Barry', ah.. Meth-Tical
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Boogie, ah.. K.C., yes.. uh..
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Meth-Tical! Haha
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(Chris) Two-Two's
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All right, all right, Little MZA
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Uh.. Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy.. *fades*
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Leave Now
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King Just |