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Man, he must've bumped his muthafuckin' head or something

Yo

Yo

Yo, MCs out there, you better stand clear

It's Funk Doc (M-E-eth) on the world premiere

From New Jers', straight talk, America's best

(Co' Island, Staten Island is where I'm at) Yo, yo

Y'all amateurs act like hoes, offendin' us

We're special-eders doin' tours on banana bus

D.O., same M.O., drive through Bricks

Chicken shotty, the ass make me lie to my bitch

Word to God, Doc throw more lines that fishin' rods

No stars, we're supergods, non-recoupable, yo

Buttons is pressed to remove the press

Pressin' bullshit, my index press a full clip, yo

Set up cones when I'm firin' chrome

I'm hittin' ladies to old men in retirement homes

Dial 9-1-1, runnin' gun in the street dungeon

Earth, moons and stars checkin' out what the Sun's done

Suspects change clothes

Before I leave the heat, I put two in the rain grove for my Range Rove'

Hot to death, cops is vexed

I push a buck sixty if they try to block the Lex

Drive by on the baja

Snatch the Cartier watch I

Bounce, laughin' off like Clue

Doc is like poppy, supplyin' you grams

So breaka, breaka, while I turn into the Shaolin Man

Forever underground

****, duck the mic when we come around

Control hammer like the mighty Thor, bringin' thunder down

Now you're in store for predator

Like refugees, I come to settle score

Half-baked metaphor that taste even better raw

Hardcore holy war

Hits from the reservoir

Southpaw saboteur

Land sharks get they chin checked when I jab a jaw

Time to walk my Labrador

Livin' out my dreams, at the same time, shatter yours

Code red, fill 'em full of lead

Grateful Dead, live from Hempstad

Tiger Kung Fu, know the ledge

Check the full-fledged knucklehead

Clam bread, livin' on the edge, used to pee the bed

Jack Frost nippin' at your nose, get your Sudafed

Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red, official Buddha head

Off track like O.T.B., I'm too black

I'm like Zorro, I mark a Wu sign in your back, muthafucka

(It ain't even a question) This side ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) That side ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) In the middle ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) So what ya, what ya, what ya want?

(It ain't even a question) Def Squad ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Def Jam, ****, too hardcore

So what ya, what ya, what ya want?

Yo, stomp with the big dogs

Sick dog lurkin'

Doc Bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains

Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin'

Brick City, steerin' wheel hurtin'

Prepare your fast car for lane mergin'

Hasta mañana, y'all crash like Diana, cock block into grandma

Got cock in Atlanta, rockin' P.P.P. bandanas

While we fuck 'em on camera

It's too late to plant bait for my click to fall

We dodge booby traps and pitfalls and thick fog

When I tee, LA ride (It's yours)

Websites couldn't find the Force with Macintosh

Or John Walsh, America's Most

Aim for spots that put more than a tear in your coat

Uh-huh, we speak for the unheard

Caught in the Matrix

Sound from the subbasement, spread the word

Like incurables from dirty bird, beyond basic

John Woo these fake ****, give 'em replacements

The thrilla from Park Hilla

Bubonic plague any MC that swear he iller

Inject the doofus with the lupus

Yukmouth rhyme that leave him toothless

My filled fly and filled groupless

Observe the record, livin' out my name, rep it

Study man and all his methods

And through the ethic, lear to expect the unexpected

One step ahead I, return like Jedi

Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin' a red-eye

First class, but cooler than coach, murder he wrote

On the wall in the bathroom stall, shittin' these quotes

"Fuck you all"

Scaredy cat kid, duckin' these dogs

You don't like us, then we don't like y'all

Lick the Balls

Be easy, speak easy

This one be off the heazy

Like my pubic hair, black and peazy

(It ain't even a question) This side ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) That side ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) In the middle ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) So what ya, what ya, what ya want?

(It ain't even a question) Def Squad ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang ****'s too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Def Jam, ****, too hardcore

So what ya, what ya, what ya want? (It ain't even a question)

(It ain't even a question)

(It ain't even a question) Too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) So what ya, what ya, what ya want?

(It ain't even a question)

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