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Verse One: Jeru the Damaja
Last year record companies were chumpin me
But now like chicks they all be up on me
and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie
Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since
eighty-five
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating
live, I've
achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in
jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot
knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
And I mean it it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the
motherfucker out
Verse Two: Lil Dap
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide
from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from the underground made the brothers
unite
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz
aight
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms
or whatever
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers
who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the
ghetto
A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits
the fan
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things
get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't
get enough
A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get
slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say
'ho'
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his
life
Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at
Broadway junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet i just
kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
Verse Three: Guru
Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba
claat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole
You know the motherfucking situation
So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with
me
and all the honies be loving me
My style be kicking crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and
stop her
I'm Big Poppa fuck your girl and I'll drop her
cause she be working on my nerves
and yo I got more gang than the bitch got curves
I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
and I know, I break your back with my rap like
smack
because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my
downfall
I'm a come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the fuck out my path...
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