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Hit the floor and roll E's on fire
I'm motherfucker but not Jerry Maguire
I'm the dark skinned packin' Mac 10 who get
Effective puttin' in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat caps across the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat went with the shoe
Diamond and jewels estates with the swimmin'

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on some
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess and youse a goner
I stash the cash don't the cash what?
You figgedy-front on kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it from the to the land
Cross the sand, biggedy
Back to Business with my
Got plans to blow, all positions in the game
Like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of Bronx shit
Call me Sonny, with of money
Bringin' raw music, my style swoosh
Please say, "Mister" when you me

Yeah uh, EPMD and Das EFX, to flex
Like Funkmaster, Back to Business in your tape
Steel, I hold it, put it blindfolded
Hangin' upside down, it, then reload it

Yo, I'm comin' up Virginia, on the linear
Havin dinner y'all, with dimepiece named Levinia
Cellular ringin', it's how ya livin'
Fat Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a pigeon

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet like
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
your monkey ass in half like Moses split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
the Squadron wants, uhh bill it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests hold the

God bless, to any MC who test
Survival of the fittest, fuck it or death
With manuevers, rapper slash producer
it down with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and
Liggidy-left rugs, drinkin' beers out of gold mugs
in the barrel, on name brand apparel
Briggidy-bringin' drama like John Travolta in

But niggidy-no need for that, Smith the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz gon' biggidy-bleed, in
It's wiggidy shine like the head, of Golden Child
styles, sinister smile, we takin' bails to trial

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill