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Intro:[KRS]
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Yes all ruffneck youth hold tight
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all brooklyn man hold tight
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all Uptown crew hold tight
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all Bronx man seckle
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I.C.U. in da house Darren in da house
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D Square in da house Freddie Foxx in da house
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Kenny Parker you know you run beats for years
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It's the Blastmaster KRS One stompin all sucka dj crew
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Of course you hear all commerialized album
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but we come down ruffneck and wicked in the B.D.P. laboratory
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On the sex and violence tip this year for 1992
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Lick all shots
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BOUYAKA!
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All crew hold tight...nuff respect
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nuff respect to all hardcore dj
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no respect to all commercial dj
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we bust shots all the way over to the west coast...see
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now we gonna come down ruffneck, for the day
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cuz its because B.D.P. crew dont play
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Come Down! Kenny Parker cuz you know you a ruffneck
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A one-two yeah, one-two hah and ya dont stop
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we gon rock this beat til ya drop
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now we gon kick it a lil somethin like this yall
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we got Freddie Foxx and Krs One on the microphone
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something ya not, ya not ready for as of yet
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Now check it out
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Chorus
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Tribe Called Quest has a title(TITLE!)
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Kid Capri dem have a title(TITLE!)
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Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE)
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EPMD dem have a title(TITLE)
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BUCK BUCK BUCK!
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Me a de don-don, de don-dong, de dong-dong diggide
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de dong-dong, de dong-dong, de dong-dong diggide
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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now Freddie Foxx...you know you get ill jus
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get on the mic cuz your programmed to kill!
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[Freddie FOXX]
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Check this shit out, this is for my man Blastmaster Krs One
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and if you ever have a son, Im a buy him a gun
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Check this out
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Give that microphone
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so I can take it to the front line
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cuz In a rap war, I shoot off rhymes
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and sound off a park like an M-16
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when I hit the scene, suckas turn green
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cuz I take the microphone and then I disrespect it
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and then I disect it,
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put it back together
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lyrics or knuckles man whatever
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cuz you tried to step into a lyrical punch
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I had you all for lunch and took a shit
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out came a hit,
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you suckas betta quit
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Fuckin wit Freddie Foxx you get licked
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now listen all respect due to the Blastmaster Krs One
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Now Im done.....
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[krs]
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yes but of course, you could never be done
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because we a de number 1
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so check it out...
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Chorus
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Tribe Called Quest has a title(TITLE!)
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Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE!)
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Nice and Smooth has a title(TITLE!)
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Kid Capri dem have a title(TITLE!)
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BUCK BUCK BUCK!
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Me a de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
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de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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Check it out...
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[Krs]
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Now all type things that went on this evening
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they all say they fresh but I'm here now
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who you believin
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who couldn't hear a hit if you hit up
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what a pity, you tried to be quick wit the tongue
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your style is dibbie-dibbie
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you need no lyrical rush in your mumblin
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whatchu sayin?
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I serve you up like stove top stuffing
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Im gonna say this once and I mean this
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disattach yaself from my penis
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give my genitals room to breathe
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you take shots at me wit a weak album I cant believe
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you got no skills, chill plus your corny
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you think your hardcore cuz you got a 40?
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my car is not tint
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I dont eat wit a chip
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when I read I dont squint
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in real life I got the hard shit
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you cant out grow me
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you don't even know me
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I be leavin the jam wit your black ass as a trophy
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this is nobodys style but the teacher
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so dont compare me to none of these creatures, features
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feature and battle rappers
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krs one is the head clapper
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Chorus
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Nice & Smooth dem have a title(TITLE)
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Flavor Unit has a title(TITLE)
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Nice & Smooth dem have a title(TITLE)
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Kid Capri have a title
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Buck! Buck! Buck!
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Me a de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
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de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P.
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Outro:
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Yes all roughneck youth hold tight
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1992 style and we come down roughneck and wicked
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rock all night rip up the mic
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now we take you over to Kid Capri up in the |