Stop as I drop bomb Blow up place like another Vietnam I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the Back up son now give me room, give me
I set it off like this, don't it up I'm all up in you till you just can't get I'm real hard to the you want more I sneak up on you like a at your back door
Phat flavor for brain you know the time So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine I roll up on you Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding your neighborhood
I spreads butter Parkay smooth with the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and the skill I'm in grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Cruiser Rollin' through the hood I know you're use a Track like all up in your eardrum So pump the E.Q. and let the hum
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We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets crazy Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I think it's to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so let's it I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, my flavor Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can
No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the So hit the mad ism and light another The easy like stylist with a when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good in
Get with a style I be using, and no dissin' And here's a lesson I carry a Smith and Wesson Listen up close and there'll be no Now you're to mentally abusing
Word to the I'm here to tear it up And if you can't get with it, I don't a fuck So run to your and tell them I am here This is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
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It's the funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya Funky killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya Funky rhyme killer, the dope thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya
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