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Word is Bond
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Pop pop pop pop
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Grab your chest
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Now ya bleedin(punk)lead out ya asshole [x4]
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I break it off
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like a kit-kat
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Casue ya cant git that
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Worth while style
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Underground sound
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So now your frontin
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Tryin to fake it
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Complain ya never make it
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And pretty soon you're open Butt naked
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So your ass starts to rob and steel
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Madd jealous cause my shit's got mass appeal
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And now I'm rhymin wit Diamond D
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With some brand new shit for the year of '93
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I got a loop on my crate
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And I'm duckin
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The way I'm rhymin on the break
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Till the brothers, fuck it
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Ya know I got the funky sound
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Ya still up un the air
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Cause last year I said jump around
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I'm rollin thick
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So I know you see me
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I got mad little white kids,
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Wishin' they could be me
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So dont step up Cause I'm a come out blastin'
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You just a quickie
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Punk, I'm Everlastin
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Now let me hear my man (my man, my man, my man)
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Yo It's Diamond D
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The psycotic, narrotic
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Pizza idiotic
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Smoke 'em
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Boom thats exotic
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With my man Everlastin'
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Brotha's be askin me
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For the Fee
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Kid, my name aint Sebastion
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Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
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Foam'n at the mouth
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Dreamin of makin papes
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I know your thirsty
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Lord have mercy
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I got ten acts
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And ya want to be the first, G
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Come on, dad
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Let me breathe yeah
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Dont be the lint ball on my sleeve
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Wanna be down and diggin wit the crates
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Have dough in the pocket
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And sleep way past 8
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I know the feelin
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Ya wanna be the one weelin and dealin
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But your shit aint appealin
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So make haste
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I'll stick it to a like paste
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Dont sleep
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I got the 9 on my waist
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I lick shots for the Soul Assasins
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I lick shots fot the Diamond D
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I lick shots for the Everlastin
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And I lick shots for the D-i-t-c
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Yo I'm more respected
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My neck's protected
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So dont get started
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Just disregard it
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Cause I'm retarted
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With an agrial stubin
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When I see a bootleg
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I take my record and dupe it
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Scoop it
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Just like a news reporter
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I'm causin disorder
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Because I'm sorta'
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Sick of loosin money
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When I work so hard
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so if I catch ya bootleggin
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I'm a pull your card
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Word Is Bond
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House Of Pain |