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	"No one can do it better"

[Chubb Rock]
If the battle of the races was a basketball game, who'd reign?
Look for the blacks we have
Strickland
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	"No one can do it better"

[Chubb Rock]
If the battle of the races was a basketball game, who'd reign?
Look for the blacks we have
Strickland
our boys in Ohio
Coming through with the crazy, why, oh, why, oh, yo

Niggaz, from the Source my man Kelly Moon from the Gavin
Rod Strickland, Jason
slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, mad em jump like Rod Strickland
slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, mad em jump like Rod Strickland
gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in
plutonium
And I'll be on my way right outta here

I don't think I can stand livin' in 1955
Strickland's still a twerp and biff's still a jerk
I don't
stay on point like Rod in this Strickland 
If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man 

From thoughts that pennies bring, I
and straight to the hole
Like rod strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in my darkest hours
A strong couple is a blessing
the kitchen, then you'll delish on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishing
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sitting
the kitchen, then you'll delish on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishing
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sitting
defense beyond Deion Sanders
I walk the earth with my Rod in this Strick-land
Promise, people thought I was Thomas Hearns the way I Hit Man

Pharoahe's
never been no big ting
The thought of killing makes me sick 
But I don't wanna be no victim no way not Strickland
So I just stay in my cell like I'm
the kitchen, then you'll delish on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishing
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sitting
clipped him
Scored on them niggas with one bullet, that's Rod Strickland (hahaha)
Four fifth-ed him, left him in the front seat of his car, twitchin'
I
on you crab boys
You ride in a bucket and be strict with Gas Bwes
Smoking on that Strickland, that's that Texas gas, boy
I might beat yo' ass and end up

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