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The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
powerful instinct 
Impossible to join me easy to hate me 
No man is an island surrounded by safety

4x
S&M rocks the spot without a doubt 
S&M rocks
powerful instinct 
Impossible to join me easy to hate me 
No man is an island surrounded by safety

4x
S&M rocks the spot without a doubt 
S&M rocks
powerful instinct 
Impossible to join me easy to hate me 
No man is an island surrounded by safety

4x
S&M rocks the spot without a doubt 
S&M rocks
crazy,
Before they make me tell

[Chorus]
There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Them boys asking questions now,
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
thuggish minds turned out by the street 
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks 
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control

You better have the right gear ready
Tryin' back me and get rock steady
By the mac one
to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control

You better have the right gear ready
Tryin' back me and get rock steady
By the mac one
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You
Shatterin' your silence, passing round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck
nonstop, it's the first two letters of my name
Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner
Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter

And you
wit our music song
So get a grip ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, y'all

[Daddy-O]
Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy
We're not the imitation wer'e
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
That's ran by greed
Money and the power
For me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
You
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas out like
whole borough smokin' 

Fist of five rings, I fling MCs to the gutter 

Samurai sharp, more deadly than box-cutters 

Ultimate, as I emit your death
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers

Just because my tone
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those, who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
your soul, now you fearing your death
Sniffin' crystal meth 'til their ain't nothin' left
But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it
You start to reflect
Chill 'cause we don't mix wit' why'all uncle Tomers
We rock those real black leather bombers
For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
Ya'll better be