Them niggaz knew that shit before it happened Word 'em up I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, word is bond I brainstorm, trippin of flashbacks like Vietman I stay armed Code red mayday, Hit Squad nigga PMD is back oh shit, yeah it's pay day Oh yeah Hosey I make rhymes sway and I don't play Or I'm so so Niggaz down with? Touche hey, ya betta keep ya eye on a birdie Word G that's opsurd see It's far from "baby come back" Like the Be Gees so you can run run But you can't hide or slide Locked in, ain't fire, bullseye You see me close that's more props You fly guy, big super star takes nose dive With no life jacket, pump like swaket Check it out now I kick the habit Bring it to me now It's 94 no backstabin So what you sayin, you hear my records playin Funk smellin bad, like a tooth decayin' Bring it to me now Cool Pack tools, truck jewels, niggaz stuck in the pit stop With flex and no view So if you down with the Hit Squad Say Hit Squad and my dick 's hard, I'm charged Tryna walk down the rap yard So bring it on flex, no check?, might wreck to deep the half step? Tryna step, get souplexed word to Das EFX Of course I'm back to get payed Stickin hard like D-backs and the rappers in the gator raid Yeah punk, settin the tone for the rap game Niggaz claimin fame now that is a damn shame Out the open like the US without tennis I pump rhymes like niggz pump iron and Guiness You get flood I keep my shit raw So while you steppin thru, steppin thru hardcore It's the 'ol I'll phill, double flow spill Jill OK to mill, to give a read on the rap field Kids must see, yeah so daddy will kill Any pool party'n motherfuckin' Yeah sleep, get your head crushed Hit Squad mad tight kid 94, no bumrushin' Strictly hear to cool out and turn the party's out Hardcore underground That's what is all about Not with the does, hoes and limos That's not my ammo My ammo 's a pro Check the demo
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Them niggaz knew that shit before it happened Word 'em up I can see clearly now, the rain is gone, word is bond I brainstorm, trippin of flashbacks like Vietman I stay armed Code red mayday, Hit Squad nigga PMD is back oh shit, yeah it's pay day Oh yeah Hosey I make rhymes sway and I don't play Or I'm so so Niggaz down with? Touche hey, ya betta keep ya eye on a birdie Word G that's opsurd see It's far from "baby come back" Like the Be Gees so you can run run But you can't hide or slide Locked in, ain't fire, bullseye You see me close that's more props You fly guy, big super star takes nose dive With no life jacket, pump like swaket Check it out now I kick the habit Bring it to me now It's 94 no backstabin So what you sayin, you hear my records playin Funk smellin bad, like a tooth decayin' Bring it to me now Cool Pack tools, truck jewels, niggaz stuck in the pit stop With flex and no view So if you down with the Hit Squad Say Hit Squad and my dick 's hard, I'm charged Tryna walk down the rap yard So bring it on flex, no check?, might wreck to deep the half step? Tryna step, get souplexed word to Das EFX Of course I'm back to get payed Stickin hard like D-backs and the rappers in the gator raid Yeah punk, settin the tone for the rap game Niggaz claimin fame now that is a damn shame Out the open like the US without tennis I pump rhymes like niggz pump iron and Guiness You get flood I keep my shit raw So while you steppin thru, steppin thru hardcore It's the 'ol I'll phill, double flow spill Jill OK to mill, to give a read on the rap field Kids must see, yeah so daddy will kill Any pool party'n motherfuckin' Yeah sleep, get your head crushed Hit Squad mad tight kid 94, no bumrushin' Strictly hear to cool out and turn the party's out Hardcore underground That's what is all about Not with the does, hoes and limos That's not my ammo My ammo 's a pro Check the demo
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