Stop as I drop bomb Blow up this place another Vietnam I'm heavy a Holyfield blow to the dome up son now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, give it up I'm all up in you till you just get enough I'm real hard to the you want more I sneak up on you a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your you know the time So check the wrath for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine I up on you like Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm through your neighborhood
I spreads butter Parkay Real smooth with the flow and when I parlay Do what you and check the skill I'm in your grill, peep I got the raw deal
And in Jeep Cherokee or Land Cruiser Rollin' through the hood I you're gonna use a Track like all up in your eardrum So pump the E.Q. and let the hum
We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I think it's to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so let's it I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can
No slippin', no stonin', I am to the point So hit the mad ism and light joint The easy like with a kick when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good in
Get a style I be using, and there's no dissin' And here's a quick lesson I carry a and Wesson Listen up and there'll be no confusion Now addicted to mentally abusing
to the mother I'm here to tear it up And if you get with it, I don't give a fuck So run to crew and tell them I am here This is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy like Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack
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It's the funky rhyme killer, the dope thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya Funky killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya Funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya
We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets crazy like Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart