[from the end of the last track]
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This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya' live
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1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex!
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[Redman talking]
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I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick
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but it dont matter, we representin, on some
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real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live
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splittin these peas from a pod
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yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time!
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[K-Solo]
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A breaka breaka, one-nine, site
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get off the dappa-vine, guess who's back to shine?
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[Redman]
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I wish I won the lotterry
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So I could tell niggas to suck dick out of animosity
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And freeze em' like pottery, and give labotomies
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To all you rap colonies, and shut your million dollar investment to economy
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Impossibly, might be the one in black leather
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Nametag sayin "caution when wet by the track wetter"
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the hash spreader, I love the grimey shit
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Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back wit her
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Three years for carryin a loaded handgun
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But it's forever when a nigga BLOW! when he lands one
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To your cranium, that red dot on your forehead is not cause your Arabian
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Watch what you say to him! you caught up in a tight situation
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I should start erasin, your whole organization for making
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wack tunes, while my whole platoon rock the basement
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You couldn't come closer if I gave you my booking agent
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or producer, royalty points, 12-shot loaded luger
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Even a crowd to get you sooped up, your still wack
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I peel caps, on the regular
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destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator
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Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor
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give you two to the jugular, blood be spreaded
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all on my shirt, it's the king of the blurt shittin
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bitches hit me off more than New Edition
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TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN!
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I make your heart skip a beat from the steel phyhique!
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Freestyle - Redman
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Funkmaster Flex |