| Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was coming back
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| But you ain’t know we was coming back like this
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| C’mon, it’s gon' be a problem ya’ll
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| Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad
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| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yeah, Def Squad gonna make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
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| I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland
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| The producer and the booth, niggas so don’t get cute
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| I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof
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| Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit
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| You a small side order of apple cider
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| I’m a three hots in a cot dungeon rider
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| My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam
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| And incorporate murda like Gotti
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| How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
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| Chew you like little neck clams on half shells
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| I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill
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| Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at will
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| And the time has come and your shit is sour
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| You need to turn your flow up an hour
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| Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa Tower
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| With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower
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| Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh
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| Come through and blast the spot, yeah man
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| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
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| Everybody say, «Oh, my goodness»
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| And my folks if you with me where you at? |
| Yes sir
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| If you love what I’m doing holla back, talk to me
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| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
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| Everybody scream, «Oh, my goodness»
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| And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the check
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| And if you in the house then protect your neck
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| I’m 'Mister see you anywhere it’s gon' be a showdown'
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| So ya’ll better have lyrics when I come 'round
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| 'Cause I ain’t lost a battle since God knows when
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| Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win
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| Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win
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| Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim
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| Wait a minute, homie you don’t really know me, homie
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| I’ll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat
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| With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance
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| I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent, impetuous
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| I rock like an archaeologist
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| Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist
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| I’m fabulously wicked, miraculous
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| Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my goodness
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| Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh
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| Come through and blast the spot, yeah man
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| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
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| Everybody say, «Oh, my goodness»
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| And my folks if you with me where you at? |
| Yes sir
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| If you love what I’m doing holla back, talk to me
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| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
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| Everybody scream, «Oh, my goodness»
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| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
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| Oh, my goodness
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| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
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| Oh, my goodness
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| And you in line motherfucker like them people in court
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| So when I see you I’m a pop your top like a cork
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| I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels
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| Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo
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| But some still wanna holla, pop they collar
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| Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor
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| Linguist, lyricist out for chips like Estrada
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| Bilingual emcees even couldn’t even couldn’t do me nada
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| With this mic I’m handy, flows be dandy
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| It’s a full moon and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy
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| Yeah, I’ve been hated on, you probably heard it
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| And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it
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| And I’m still in the hood and I still rep the hood
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| Still tee’ing off for a long green like Tiger Woods
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| I ain’t even gotta say it, ya’ll know when it’s hot
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| So ya’ll go back up in the vocal box
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| Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh
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| Come through and blast the spot, yeah man
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| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record
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| Everybody say, «Oh, my goodness»
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| And my folks if you with me, where you at? |
| Yes sir
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| If you love what I’m doing holla back, talk to me
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| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine
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| Everybody scream, «Oh, my goodness»
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my goodness
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| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh
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| Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah
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| Oh, my goodness
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| Yo, what up this is DJ Already Dead
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| This going down, you know who that is
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| That’s Keith Murray in your ass
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| Nigga like a hemorrhoid
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| It’s going down, all you young ass niggas
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| Understand this these are classics
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| I don’t care how much money you give to the radio station
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| You ain’t never gonna be this hot, oh, my goodness |