[Intro]
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(Yeah this the build up) OH NO!
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You knew we was coming back
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But you ain't know we was coming back like this
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C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll
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(Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad)
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Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
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(How it's gon' be)
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Def Squad gonna make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
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[Verse]
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I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
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The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute
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I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof
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Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit
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You a small side order of apple cider
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I'm a three hot's in a cot dungeon rider
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My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
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And Incorporate +Murda+ like +Gotti+
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How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
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Chew you like little neck clams on half shells
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I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill
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Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will
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And the time has come and your shit is sour
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You need to turn your flow up an hour
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Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower
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With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower
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[Chorus]
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Yo we got the shit on lock (uh huh)
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Come through and blast the spot (yeah man)
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And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
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Everybody say oh my goodness!
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And my folks if you with me where you at? (yes sir)
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If you love what I'm doing holla back (talk to me)
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And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
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Everybody scream oh my goodness!
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[Verse]
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And yeah I hear you talking motherfucker write the check
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And if you in the house then protect your neck
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I? 'Mister See You Anywhere It's Gon' Be A Showdown'
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So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round
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Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when
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Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win
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Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win
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Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim
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Wait a minute homie you don't really know me homie
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I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat
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With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance
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I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous
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I rock like an archeologist
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Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist
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I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous
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Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
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Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
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Oh my goodness!
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Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
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Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
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Oh my goodness!
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[Verse]
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And you in line motherfucker like them people in court
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So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork
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I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels
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Come through and bless your whole crew like (achoo)
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But some still wanna holla, pop they collar
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Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor
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Linguist lyricist out for +Chips+ like +Estrada+
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Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada
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With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy
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It's a +Full Moon+ and hoes wanna fuck like +Brandy+
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Yeah I've been hated on, you probably heard it
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And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it
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And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood
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Still +Tee'ing Off+ for a +Long Green+ like +Tiger Woods+
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I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot
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So ya'll go back up in the vocal box
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Uh - uh uh uh
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ah - ooh ooh ah
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Oh my goodness!
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Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh
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Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah
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Oh my goodness!
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Oh My Goodness
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| Keith Murray |
