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Hit the floor tuck and E's on fire
I'm your motherfucker but not Maguire
I'm the dark skinned Mac 10 who get busy
Effective shit in the proper perspective

Strapped with the gat bustin' caps the map
Yo the back royalties and ASCAP, yeah
I'm six two fat with the chrome shoe
and jewels estates with the swimmin' pools

And the sauna, piggedy-puffin' on some
From Tiajuana, miggedy-mess around and youse a
I stash the don't flash the cash what?
You on this kid I smash that ass

Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringin' it from the sewer to the
Cross the burnin' sand,
Back to Business with my
Got to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game
Like coalition, look and listen

To the hot shit, I'm the Tale of that shit
me Sonny, with pounds of money
Bringin' raw music, call my style
Please say, "Mister" when you me

uh, EPMD and Das EFX, time to flex
Like Funkmaster, to Business in your tape deck
Steel, I hold it, put it together
Hangin' upside down, bust it, then it

Yo, I'm comin' up Virginia, on the linear
Havin dinner y'all, with this dimepiece named
Cellular ringin', Books how ya livin'
Fat like Thanksgiving, drop some shit like a

Yo, the banger, biggedy-black Rover to Ranger
Danger, I'm iggidy-off the planet Kramer
My iggidy-anger, slaughter, of order
Split your monkey ass in like Moses split the wiggidy-water

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and make it
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, wax and tax MC's who tend to act ill

Any hype, out the door, it
Anything the Squadron wants, uhh it
E P M D out the box we be
We hold the title, like priests hold the

God bless, to any MC who wanna
Survival of the fittest, fuck it or death
will manuevers, rapper slash producer
Puttin; it with E-Dub, in the sewer

Some riggidy-real thugs, sex hip-hop and
Liggidy-left burnt rugs, beers out of gold mugs
Slugs in the barrel, on name apparel
drama like John Travolta in Arrow

But need for that, Smith squeeze the gat
Ease 'em back, or niggaz biggidy-bleed, in fact
It's wiggidy wild shine the head, of Golden Child
Corrupt styles, sinister smile, we bails to trial

You intrigued by the way, we do our
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and you swing
Say
up the mic, hot, and make it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax who tend to act ill

You by the way, we do our thing
Do
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you
Say
Pick up the mic, hot, and it swing
Yo, cold wax and tax MC's who to act ill