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[Redman] RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on Ring the bell so it´s time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawn The font of my appartment built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spear out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain´t worked for days That´s why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don´t panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won´t tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah My lecture´s like Hannibal Lecture´s Where´s the ketchup? Don´t speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah woo, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames on, but it´s all wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes Yeah, ya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*] [Method Man] Uhuh, check it I´m hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro´s and con´s, megabomb´s and so-on´s By arid actions try MC´s to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hiphop to Hot Nickles It´s like Funk Docter´s snot tissues, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that´s what I call harcore, let´s act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I´m from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don´t make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain´t no rules to the game, if it hit we ain´t planned In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin´ You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin [*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*] [Inspectah Deck] Yo, ya Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen Fo´ wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol´ Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worries, style have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that´s why I came But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst My surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets ugly, but it´s what a nigga do to get cream This life [*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]

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