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're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
niggas, got your assholes in the mix
You need protection for that tight infection

[Chorus]

[Dr. dooom]
You boys comin' in hard, I'm the warden
You
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick
I gotta get that guap by all means, you know what I'm sayin son

[Talib Kweli]
Growing up in
die by 
The penetration of a hydroshock 
And ain't no comin' back from your death when I come at you nigga by your block 
It's the return
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
free
Comin' gangsta, better believe and respect
Me and that boy S.P. reppin Houston Tex

[Chorus: X2]

[SPM]
Yo, it's the boy Los in a smoke gray 'Lac
I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and kiddie rolex
Soon comin', but now it's time to kick the fun in
're doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
believe we comin up and we ain't livin shady
I'm her baby, and that is my only momma
I'll kill you bitch-ass niggaz if you brang the drama

[Chorus - sung]
winobill
Check the back of the Houston tax package dats
Sucka's want to step up you rap your girl's ???
I'm in here with wack MC's in the atmosphere
more struggle and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in
doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! One-two for my peeps like this, check it out

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'

So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Now
and still bangin (say what?)
You think you hardcore then come show me
Just make sure ya comin for real when ya come fo' me
'cause if not, I'm floatin up yo'
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show!

Bobby Steels, Staple' tails,
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
One two, one two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous wake-up show!

Bobby Steels, Staple' tails,