| Yo its on!
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| Crackers, crackers
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| Niggas, Niggas
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| (This is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
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| Crackers, crackers
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| Niggas, niggas
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| Fuckers, fuckers
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| (This is a test
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| This-this is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
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| Crackers, crackers
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| Niggas, niggas
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| Yo yo yo
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| Funk Doc is on a world tear jumpin' 15,000 feet
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| Out of plane in the air like where
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| The next ghetto I’m gonna run
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| I’m gonna shut them ear drums until you talkin' sign language
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| There go son!
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| Walls start to bleedin when my jaws is leakin'
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| Doc do 200 first week your label call a meeting
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| Yea I’m gonna let the gorrilas up in your building
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| Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling
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| Snatch the coke, kidnapp the children
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| Don’t start lying about your tire being flat
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| Or catching a allergy attack
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| I’ll axe the battle and the bat
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| Saddling them ho’s like yeeehaw!
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| Bitch enjoy the tour when you’re fuckin
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| The Doc 5 O’clock free ride
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| Ambulance too late for them
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| These paper thin niggas robbin' at the ATM with a staple gun
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| I’m a rookie scuba diver, Holler
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| You rap scholars do the knowledge
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| You won’t make it through to college
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| B the R I-C-K
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| Never wore those, My lyrics to the mic
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| Is like my hormones to pornos
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| Bitches keep the door closed
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| Mothafuckers be tryin to step in my zone
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| I grab my chrome
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| And be like yo its on (4x)
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| Aiyo who fuckin' with us
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| We bustin' your gut with lyrics
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| You either feel it or fear it
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| And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez
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| I’m heartless with these (you ready) cock it and squeeze
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| With precise precision you better listen
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| Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision
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| Talk slick and be laid out in chalk
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| I still stay out in Newark
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| And blaze my way into court
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| So nigga fuck what u thought |