You didnt think me and El was comin like this
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Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit
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Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit
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Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA)
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Have you laughin all the way to the bank
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On point make a cut like we holdin a shank
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Got it all up on ya back now you walkin a plank
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Try to do it like this but you drawin a blank
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Do it double time all up in yo face
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Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank
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Fell off of the game cant keep ya rank
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Mad cause you try to rock sweet but you aint
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Been around no-will shit where crews peel clips
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Niggaz that kill for fun
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Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
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Bullets still in ya gun
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Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
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Cuz you pissed ya pants
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Saw me durango said you wanna tango
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Now this is the dance
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Where ya shoes at where ya crew at
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Claim you do gats but you do rap
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What you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst
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Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first
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Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait
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Just an emcee that was tryin to make cake
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Now you gotta gun all up in ya face
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All of a sudden found god like run and mase
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Thought it be fun to front on tape
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Now you wish you woulda have stuck to drum n' bass
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But you had to be hard on the boulevard
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When you never gang banged a day in ya town
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Try to be a manhuter the streets ain't a jungle gym nigga stop playin
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around
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Lay it down
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(Chorus: repeat 3X)
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This is the Dance!
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You don't wanna be late cuz the moment won't wait betta get ya shit straight
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This is ya Chance!
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You don't have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanks
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Murs fall up on the spot like what up bitch
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Approached the finest girl like shutup bitch
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Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids
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Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick
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Now i'm in the spotlight about to rock all night
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Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita
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Who said she know to swallow but not margaritas
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Body on point so I follow the leader
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Need more tequila so I swallow the liter
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How can the night get sweeter (cant)
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So I passed out woke up do it again
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Wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind
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High velocity high viscocity slippin right pass your animosity
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Fans are constantly, askin me
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Who said what and who has beef
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My crew got stuck in we to musty
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So try to weigh it out with the truth laid out (stop the gossip)
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Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rap
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What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back
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All on the message board runnin ya yap
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At the end of the night only wanted to chat
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Now you know that you got issues
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That early in the morn you should look at some porn
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And jack off right in the tissue
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Than call it a night thats probley the life
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Go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wife
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Wake up to the same shit different day
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Everybody onto work and they on the way
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Cause we all got bills and rent to pay
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Lent to the earth wasnt meant to stay
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So before i'm gone I wanna make a hit song that'll always get some play
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Got the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say
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(El-P)
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You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rest
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I wanna pattern how the drum scheme mechanism I.D. jux breath commence fresh
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Test the mesh, metal on the chestplate tech
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Better wear the smile right, wanna frown like die right
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With a highlight primal fright in a prime life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
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It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface oh break two three
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God to analog monkey not me rock hard and shit
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The radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips
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Faggots wanna ratta tat tatter this
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And a PT cruiser he creed lucifer
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Here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement
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They couldn't move like el, ox, murs, lif or bazooka tooth die so useless
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So use this tip that'll have a little truth in it like (poof)
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Deep space nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof again
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Who stays on a move that says
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Jukie with a shake ring catapult crawl thru the trenches
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Revelation manifacture |