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Sheitan never came so ill, he got skill
Met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills
All thirty three nerves
Controlling my curves
Sheitan never came so ill, he got skill
Met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills
All thirty three nerves
Controlling my curves
Yea, what we got right here is a song for the ladies
You really know what you want

One, two, three, four Dream Warriors knockin at your front
the hot tub or the telly
Got my groove on, a twist of lime blended right
Remy XO wit my lexo at the light
3 deep, Krazy till I die on my mind
Trick a nickle
{ } = Mr. Mixx in a deep voice

Intro:  [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked]

Mr. Mixx:
Yeah, bitch.  I know you used to clown
get diamonds the size of their age - help me out now
One year get one carat, two years get two carats
Three years get three carats, and so on into
or for better

Chorus repeat to end

Outro x3
Can't run can't hide feels right how I'm loving you
Diggin deep, tryin to feel within, it's real ill
Takin time just to chill with friends we still bill
Always told when I kick it with moms, to stay strong
[CHORUS: Gorilla Zoe]
I can tell by tha way that ya look at me,
You think you know me

[D.Woods:] oh yeah

[Gorilla Zoe:]
But baby you don't know me,
Tri
State Area. Long Island

Verse 1:
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
like gutters
I bring it no matter what
keeps brothers 
Smothered under deep covers 
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams 
Enough to make you hold hands 
And plus you a bold man 
You fall in
the last days and times are surely here 

Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones 

Divine minds bind, we unified as one 

Half of black
of your coat 

Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician 

Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin 

I was that first monkey
[ VERSE 1: Threat ]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
And live good, East coast West
started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
[Chorus x3: Buddha Monk]
Prepare for the prophecy

[Buddha Monk]
Yea, to all challengers, let's begin

I be the holder of flows like air seepin
by ODB
[Rhymefest]
They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
Call it what you want,
[ INTRO: MC Shan ]
She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
I'd turn to her and say that, "I'm
Infatuated by your lovely smile
And some day
[INTRO: MC Shan]
She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
I'd turn to her and say that, "I'm
Infatuated by your lovely smile
And some
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops
of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
But fuck the cops