[Intro]
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Dis man, don't trouble no one
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But if you trouble dis man, he will bring a bam bam
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What a bam bam, kay-a, diss and what a bam bam
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Bam bam belong bam bam, bam bam belong bam bam
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Big up the boom, big up the bang, some suckers can't hang
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with all that ying yang, yang yang yang yang
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It seems you talk mighty tough on your jams when you rap
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Go in the hood, and you'll probably get SLAPPED
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I know your type, you're a weasel, a weeble, a wobble
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A weeble wobble, push you over, watch you topple
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I never grew in the ghetto, but I slung in the ghetto
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And I seen plenty of bums get done in the ghetto
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So money knock it off with the tough guy imagery
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You think I ain't tough, cause I don't talk tough?
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Then scrimmage me - I think you got me wrongly pegged
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I don't smoke blunts, I smoke stunts, so shake a leg
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and make room for the big belly captain
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Slappin up saps and respect when I'm rappin
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Just because you see me in a suit, lookin cute
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on an R&B jam makin loots with my troops
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you wanna test ME?
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The bum diddly diddly diddly diddly D, uh!
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I think you got it all wrong, we're too strong
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My crew last long, we drop bombs 'til the early morn
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So knock it off, with the yikkity yak, the yakkity yak
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and jump off the dilzznick
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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(Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak
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(Talk is cheap!) What, you dirty little creep?
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(Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak
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(Talk is cheap!) Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
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My name ain't Getty, it's Heavy, so don't gas me
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You punks too slow, so you know you can't pass me
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I wreck shop, I get props when I rock B
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Some mad cop but they still stop and jock me
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Yo I'm the Over-what? Punk, come and trouble what?
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Punk, tell my momma what? Punk, eh-heh, eh-heh!
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I get up and gallop and go, like a stall-ion
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So nobody diss de cham-pion, WAHH!!
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I know honeydips, with Coach bag money clips
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And if money flips, I'll take his girl on a sunny trip
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So okey dokey I like Smokey but I'll rob his son
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for fun, if I had a gun, a gun
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But I'm not a pistol packer, I'm a punani whacker
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Ask Tammy, I'm a fanny smacker
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Never fit the flunky, never juiced a junkie
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Used to drink liquor but I hated Brass Monkey
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Came on the scene when I was only a teen
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Peace to T-Roy, a major part of the team
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Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet
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So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude]
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Bam bam belong bam bam [3X]
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Diss and what a bam bam
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I got the wig, can you dig? I'm a tough nig
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Sweeter than a fig big, peace to brothers doin bids
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So you wanna play a game of catch up? You better back up
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You can't mess up when you sleep they'll come and test ya tough
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(Conjunction junction, what's your function?)
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Hookin up mics and makin 'em work right...
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Peace to all the new jacks who keep raps in formats
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And all macks, and in fact, never forget the old cats
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To them I show 'nuff various 'spect
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Notice the dialect, when I foot step, I catch wreck
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You're a shinin star, no matter who you are
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Made a fancy record, now I drive a fancy car
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When I was in school I thought it was cool, I had a cigarette
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Then I found that cigarettes was only good for smelly breath
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You're blind, so never you worry about me
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I'm the H-to-the-E, A-to-the-V, Y-to-the-D
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The mack daddy, one hundred percent beef patty
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Drive around with Peppermint Patty in a pink caddy
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Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet
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So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap!
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[Chorus]
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Talk Is Cheap
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Heavy D |