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Rockin' a cain, back up bitch, you blockin' my lane Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit' Fuck
I start up in the north I grow from a special seed I sprinkle it with sensibility From French and Hungarian snow I linger in the sprouting Until
Lace up your Timbs, Queens, fresh off the blacktop All foreign recital ? fiends on the backlot Back alley Bronson always cookin' up a mad plot
Everybody please rise Give me back my innocence Get me a brand new suit Give me back my innocence Oh Lord! Cut me down to size Well you can hide
a seat So ah Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live emcees Playground tactics No rabbit in a hat tricks Just
(Back to the lab) (Back to the lab, without a mic to grab) Just step, the rhymes create energy Charged up, by the cut, and it's sendin' me For
the heat Recline and take a seat So ah Let's take you back to the concrete streets Original beats with real live mc's Playground tactics No
places I'm here to squash it all original will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They want to put
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that This time, made up my mind, on my grind On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback Four by four,
a quarter 'til nine So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up The grip
A few short words, and whaddya know? Oh, whaddya know? He comes Aiyyo, I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up Dazzle and razzlin'
your blix up These Riddick Bowe cuts, is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20 The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler Bring your tallest
make Me think dip dy dip to the socialize Of americal not America mer Medler rich peddler "hold up? Which ways up whatever high Heather by bush push
always comin with the up-to-par You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far... Knowhatmsayin? Yeah.. Knowhatmsayin? Word up.. Yeah... [Large
this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!) Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block 143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop Norman Bates work the night
Comin' through with the hefty scratch The cuts galore, boardin' back and forth all over the world Tri-state, every five borough, yeah, word up man These
and get bent That cut from dirty cloth who cut from cement Original Tazeen got the crazy glow Them devils try to jump me, I'm crazy though Absolut Vodka
back up Polish your act up, nigga need a back up Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up UG's in the court, never miss a lay up When the emcees came
'Cause we move with ten ton thrusters The cosmopolitan cosmonaut up in your knot again like aneurysms Expand with wisdom Musical mannerisms are parallel
crack, head crack" Verse Four: Redman SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
play, the cheque cash close (?) You know you gotta make up that loss So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt A whole baggage fucked up ?),
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth And one day I see you standin' at a token booth It
with your click Or the Btich ass cops Xzibits' first LP It hit your black like crack rock I'm blowin' up your spot by remote Mr. Cut Throat
a vest? What if you get your throat cut Sold your soul for a dollar, now you having bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib bagging up Player here,
gotta be a trick for the deaf dumb and blind Now would you set up home, and wait for a Mystery God to bring Food, Clothing, and Shelter?