[Intro]
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You Rule Hip Hop
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I'm scientific in admiral hip hop
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The Mad Mob, yeah we Rule Hip Hop
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So let me grab the microphone and lick a shot
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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Here I go wit the ill flow, the Red Hook kill flow
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Whoever drive a flip, catch a steel toe
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I put your paws in your stomach
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Man, ya niggas, ya don't even want it
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Niggas they roll in masses, I got slugs for they asses
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Quick to smash nerves wit glasses
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I blast his ass in ashes
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Yeah, I'm givin niggas a buck 50
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Across they face, they can't fuck wit me
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So wake up, wake up, ya niggas ya get draped up
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I'm swearin all the hookers wit the makeup
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Yeah that's right I'm on some flip shit
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Bitches run they lip and get they clit slit
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They man wanna rip, see my four-fifth
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Cuz me and 'Preme, ain't nuthin to be fucked wit
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[Chorus x2]
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'Preme, 'Preme, you Rule Hip Hop
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I'm scientific in admiral hip hop
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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Fe, a fi, a fo, a fum
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I hear the sounds poundin down upon a drum
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Make up for lick a shot, upon the mic like a gun
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Here I come, here I come, buck buck, here I come
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My charter flows, to here I go wit the phat style
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My times'll be wack now, the M.A.D. black child
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Kick facts, rip raps, flip tracks
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Don't give a damn about fling fling, punks get pimp slap
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Murder, paralyze, snakes who analyze
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Skills, techniques, use when I wreck beats
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Bring all ya mics and guns and you still get dropped
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Stripped of hip hop, cuz you can't rip shop
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Miller lyrics spill upon the track like blood
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Put a whole in ya head, cause a flood
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[Chorus x2: one 'Preme first time]
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[Shabazz the Disciple]
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Boom, there's a liver, bam there's a brain
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I'm insane, I'm makin niggas feel the pain
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Baaow, I have 'em screamin like a bitch
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Boyakah! Boyakah! I blast 'em like a snitch
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Shank, shank, chop, chop, till his heart stop
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And watch his body drop, and watch his head drop
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I'll have him runnin, he's runnin, he's runnin
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Boyakah! Boyakah! My gun is steady gunnin
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I'm wipin niggas off the face of Earth
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It was a waste of birth, they gettin placed in the dirt
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I'm runnin like I'm Strangler
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Back up muthafucka before I hang ya, I'm danger
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Nigga, ya ass is mine, when I blast a nine
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Ease up, cuz ya brain ain't as fast a mine
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I feel murder, I smell blood
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I taste terror, you erased like a error
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But a lotta, they fled, those who got caught
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Got they skulls get pulled out they fuckin head
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[Chorus x2]
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[Outro]
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The Madd Mob, yeah we Rule Hip Hop
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Rule Hip Hop
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Sunz of Man |