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{*scratched*} The rhythm
Make you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm
[Bas Blasta]
My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy
That`s how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty
Give me some room to get verbal and in rogue
I got you thumpin` something like I holdin` your roller
Your pain is inflicted with shits form my scripts kicked
I got you opened you beats be smokin` where my dick sits
One of ya knows why you pose like a faggot
It`s like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon
Still on my tip for the technical fast flow
There ain`t no cash, so stay the fuck out my ass hole
Two more is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon
With meth on my mind got left
Shit, a fly couldn`t catch one
[JuJu]
Fuck keepin` it real, I ain`t jokin`
You bitch-ass niggas act hard
and they still get their shit broken
Wildin` is risky but it`s fun
I`m on some ol` cowboy shit
give me some whiskey and a fuckin` gun
You watchin` niggas set it off son
I have all you niggas runnin` like girls
when I let off one
A little nigga go in fire
you know I`m a star
I got you white kids sittin`
in my fuckin` park
Let them niggas try and curse mine
I heard niggas liked they comin` through
the island for the first time
Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt
3CF mob, fuck the world and I`m out
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[Lord Finesse]
Check it
I catch wreck when my mind`s at
When it`s time to get down
I get around like nine atch
Give me your ring
I can still swing my fuck
with these four bore rappers
where you can have a real thing
So just cool it
I flow like fluid
Ain`t nothing to it
I keep it raw like suage
Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured
but you can have a afro on slacks
that don`t mean you got soul nigga
Stand back, don`t try to keep close
it`s the funky man, Lord Finesse
straight from the Eastcoast
I can`t hang, come on, picture that
I`m from Uptown, Boogie Down
where rap was invented at
Matter of fact I`m out to stack figures
when I drop rhymes I make brothers go
`Yo who`s that nigga!?`
Fuck around you`ll get your ass fried
this ain`t far side
I`m not someone nigga
that you go passed by
Come on, you`re rollin` with a page star
I keep my money in rolls
just like my motherfuckin` brains are
No doubt, I got clout
I`m gonna say peace adios one love
Yo, I`m out
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, here comes the night time stalker
who`s swelling niggas` lips rather than Jimmy Walker
The freestyler, nigga get scuela
Fuck a bitch, you know I`m all about makin` dollars
Fat Joe, you know I been here before
Rap was for the near, but was kickin` shit raw
Motherfuckers know the flow was tight
baggin` hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomite
Man listen, there`s no competition
`Joe takin` it out?`
look nigga keep wishin`
Fat Joe and you know how we do
peace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJu
word
[Chorus]
