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A PUNK NOW
SITTING DUCK NOW YEAH
YOU GOTTA MAKE YOUR OWN PROGRESS
GO HUNT
DON´T BE ASKING ME FOR LUCK 
CAN´T YOU SEE I´M ON THE HUNT NOW

I KNOW WHERE I´M

the voice that you hear inside
Close your eyes fore your time has come, you can tell when the church bells ring
I can take you where the crawdads sing
What I

ya dumb fuck
What the fuck ya dumb fuck
What the fuck ya dumb fuck
Duck hunt, duck hunt
Duck hunt, duck hunt

What the fuck ya dumb fuck
Ya must

Stomp it, squash it
Kill that duck
Somebody kill duck
Stomp it, squash it
Kill that duck

Quack quack
It's like an ear attack
Do people like this
Are they

and embrace the cause
If you're looking to take me on - 
May I suggest the way to start?
Trace my thoughts;
You'll be taken to a place where the greatest are

up with some seaweed I think.

You know where we are?
Where are we where are we? Where are we where are we?
You know where we are?
Where are we where

and seas are rising
But we still go oh oh ohohohoh oh oh ohohohoh
Oh oh ohohohoh
Treasure hunt treasure hunt treasure
Oh oh ohohohoh
Treasure hunt treasure

Duck Alert

Craig G

The Best of Cold Chillin': In Control, Vols. 1-2

2001

(Yee-ee-aah)
(Duck Alert)
(Yee-ee-aah)

(You're from where?)
[ VERSE 4 ]
Ehm - at the final stage, cut the scratches
Marley Marl? I think no one can match

of bagging a few are far from thin

We on a hunt, come on, you know you want what I want
We on a hunt, once you get a piece you can't get enough
We on a hunt

quack, quack, quack
(Where are my babies at)
But only four little ducks came back
(One, two, three, four)

Four little ducks went out one day
Over the hill

and stones get thrown my way 
I duck down by the rhythm where I make my  stand again
It’s hard to hunt, when you are the prey
It’s hard to hunt, when you are

The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what? 

I gotta come to your rings, cause I'm so high
That even you and R. Kelly believe I

of a rebel since I was little
Sick as a dog but can't afford an ambulance to the hospital
I'm bad to the bone on the microphone until my bones are brittle

streets, where dreams decay,
Blade Runner, hunts the night away

Verse 2
Among the skyscrapers, where dreams are sold,
The city breathes, with tales untold

Vato

Snoop Dogg

Tha Blue Carpet Treatment

2006

with his homies like he was a straight G
Askin' where I'm from while he runnin' up
Gangbang my set on every one of 'em (20's, nigga)
Some things,

Cry Babies (Oh No)

Ludacris

Word of Mouf [Clean]

2001

bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When

Cry Babies (Oh No)

Ludacris

Word of Mouf

2001

bok I'm shakin' your tale feathers
I got big balls, I'm a SAC King like Chris Webber

Luda' take you back to duck hunt and double dribble
When

Intro

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot [Clean]

1998

One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you

Intro

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you

Intro

DJ Clue?

The Professional

1998

Right
That's my mans and them, ya know
I feel ya
Now ya feel me?
I feel ya
So you know when you fuckin with me
Right, right
You fuckin wit
Oh oh, what are

me, I--
DINGO:  Where are you going?
GALAHAD:  I seek the Grail!  I have seen it, here in this castle!
DINGO:  No!  Oh, no!  Bad, bad Zoot!
GALAHAD:

I'm gonna hunt you down
Whatever it takes
I'm gonna hunt you down
Make no mistakes
I'll find where you are
You won't get very far!

I'm gonna hunt

balls
I'm a Sac King like Chris Webber
Luda' will take you back to
Duck Hunt and Double Dribble
When niggas sold quarters and
Dimes and smoked nickels
My

put it in the dirt, witch hunt
And you don't know where to go so you feel lost
Don't have a path so you walk in the dark,
Place blame when you don't