[04:35.00]Intro:
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[04:35.00]Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (Yeah son)
[04:35.00]On the mic one time (No diggedy)
[04:35.00]for your motherf**kin mind
[04:35.00](*Ready to rock rough rhymes*----> Redman) Yeah
[04:35.00]We're gonna set it off one time
[04:35.00](*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
[04:35.00]Here we go, yeah yeah
[04:35.00](Yo P, yo D why them b**ches be on your dick, let em know son)
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[04:35.00]Verse 1: PMD, C-Dogg
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[04:35.00]Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
[04:35.00]I get the f**k down tonight
[04:35.00]Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
[04:35.00]I fry that a** up like I'm Wessun
[04:35.00]So come equipped and I don't slip (why?)
[04:35.00]cos if you slip I sink that a** just like a ship
[04:35.00]I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
[04:35.00]just in case niggas wanna flip
[04:35.00]I see my niggas in sight, everything aight
[04:35.00]comin out of f**kin Crown Heights
[04:35.00]Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
[04:35.00]My sh*t be on point like a soldier
[04:35.00]It's the evil that men do, who we do?
[04:35.00]I do you and your whole f**kin clique
[04:35.00]Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
[04:35.00]I wet that a** up like a mop
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[04:35.00]Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
[04:35.00]It's the C-Dogg yeah time to call a hearse
[04:35.00]So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
[04:35.00]I got rough but know I'ma get rougher
[04:35.00]It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
[04:35.00]I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
[04:35.00]It's the no-hold-barred, sh*t is wild
[04:35.00]I got the eye to the double L
[04:35.00]and I don't be no rookie or no beginner
[04:35.00]I gets badder than a motherf**kin sinner
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[04:35.00]Hook (x8):
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[04:35.00](*Ready to rock rough rhymes*)
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[04:35.00]Verse 2: C-Dogg, PMD
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[04:35.00]Ready to rock rough rhymes
[04:35.00]It's the C-Dogg back with 12 new rides
[04:35.00]Wit the ill all-out tight sh*t for your head
[04:35.00]It's the man that'll make ni**a's rhymes proper dead
[04:35.00]So get ready, always on my worst behaviour
[04:35.00]Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
[04:35.00]So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
[04:35.00]It's the Scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
[04:35.00]Peace to my ni**a DL wit the beat
[04:35.00]and peace to all my niggas on Union Street
[04:35.00]and to ya fake a** niggas keep on walkin
[04:35.00]A DL year, the whole E is talkin
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[04:35.00]Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (Never that ni**a)
[04:35.00]We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
[04:35.00]So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
[04:35.00]I'm comin mad wilder than the West
[04:35.00]I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
[04:35.00]I boost a track up like the third rail
[04:35.00]Fake MC's endangered like a species
[04:35.00]Your sh*t stinks like motherf**kin faeces
[04:35.00]I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
[04:35.00]Your style is improper like a fraction
[04:35.00]Yo I'm out to get mine (Get yours ni**a)
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[04:35.00]Hook
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[04:35.00]Verse 3: Dray, Books
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[04:35.00]Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
[04:35.00]Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
[04:35.00]Got more coupe-rs than Isuzu, kid I bruise you
[04:35.00]abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
[04:35.00]I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
[04:35.00]I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
[04:35.00]we kick that a** back up off just like a Lear
[04:35.00]See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
[04:35.00]Y'know the deal when I see ya, ni**a chalk it up
[04:35.00]Cos if a ni**a think he got the flow, I sop it up
[04:35.00]So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
[04:35.00]Yo Boogie Banger show them why we be the best at this
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[04:35.00]Yo, yo niggas bust this, a ni**a do justice like day
[04:35.00]We're walkin down the street, we're watchin b**ches like slay
[04:35.00]Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
[04:35.00]Sh*t is on lock and motherf**kers can't pick it
[04:35.00]I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than Freddy Blassy
[04:35.00]My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
[04:35.00]Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
[04:35.00]I'm richer than Richie Rich and quicker with the gat, black!
[04:35.00]For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
[04:35.00]Then I hit you with the toast for f**kin with bread and butter, cousin
[04:35.00]Ni**a a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
[04:35.00]The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
[04:35.00]but doper, my styles is fat like Al Roker
[04:35.00]Chiggity choke a ni**a to sleep, I don't know ya
[04:35.00]Biggity blow your mind, f**k the beef and f**k the swine
[04:35.00]Ni**a I'm
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[04:35.00]Hook
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[04:35.00]Son, ha, diggy Das, diggy Das, diggy Das
[04:35.00]Solid Scheme, word bond son (Sh*t come thick)
[04:35.00]Y'nah how we do!