Stop as I drop bomb up this place like another Vietnam I'm heavy a Holyfield blow to the dome up son now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, don't it up I'm all up in you you just can't get enough I'm real hard to the you want more I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back
Phat for your brain you know the time So check the it's for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine I roll up on you Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Real smooth the flow and even when I parlay Do what you and check the skill I'm in grill, peep this I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Land through the hood I know you're gonna use a Track this all up in your eardrum So pump the E.Q. and let the hum
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We crazy like Prozac Hype to start a party and illy has a heart attack We crazy like Prozac enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and check it I it's time to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so test it I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, my flavor Freezin' up the mic, I hit you somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am to the point So hit the mad ism and light joint The like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a grip in
Get with a style I be using, and no dissin' And here's a quick lesson I carry a Smith and up close and there'll be no confusion Now you're addicted to mentally
Word to the mother I'm to tear it up And if you can't get it, I don't give a fuck So run to crew and tell them I am here This is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
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We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart
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It's the funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya Funky rhyme killer, the song thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya
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