boom bash wake up I set it off right
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look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
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you can call me r&b homeys which stands for rough brother
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word to my grandmother
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I buck you in the head just to let ya know
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stick you for ya dough spit on the flo'
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drag it out of ya bring it on
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I smack him back down yo dope word is bond
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I know you want a piece of the champ
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but you roll too weak you couldn't make it in my camp
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you thought I went for the flip
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but I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
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I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
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jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
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smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
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just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
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smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
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click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
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stick the steel in your mouth
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buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
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(I'm comin')
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How ya comin' baby?
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(I'm comin')
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this is how I'm comin'
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the album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
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(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillatine
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fourteen shots to your dome kid
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I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
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movin' rhymes like a package
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so stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
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shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
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and then some, dead dead dead, one by one
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never step to a real man
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'cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
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they impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
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but you still you gotta ride in your mans benz
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word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
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gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya
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boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
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unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down
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my new album ain't no joke
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you wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
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I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
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hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob
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what you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
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you can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
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movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
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take off your clothes and taste the steel
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check baby
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rockabye baby on the roof top
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open up your mouth and taste my gallot
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when your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
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down will come the monkey, bannana clip and all
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splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'
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another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
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the way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
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non-beleivers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded
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get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
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carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
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the thought of you gettin' scared turns me on
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like my first telivision with my backup tip hard
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so where's your mouth kid? where's your heart shorty?
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it's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
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you look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
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and ain't no way that you can rehearse for me
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murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
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it's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
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put up your women, your crib, your speakers
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your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
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your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks
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got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough
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bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
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a hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
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dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
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try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
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I pull your file, click
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I know you're good to style, blow
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livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile
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what did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
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obey your momma, be on your best behavior
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it's never endin' and I am recommendin'
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you put your name as Brendan
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I see y'all that is blendin'
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the message that I'm sendin'
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is there ain't no pretendin'
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get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'
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this is how I'm comin'
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how ya comin' baby
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How I`m Comin`
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| LL Cool J |
