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ROCK DA SPOT
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(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo aiyyo check this out man
Hah aiyyo hah hah
Aiyyo aiyyo hah hah
Nahnah aiyyo aiyyo
Damn
I'm the bomb ringin off all types alarms
My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
It's mad real in Da Bricks plus I roll thick
You can quote this I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
Bitch walk the walk if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock respect due
I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
E Double if you feel me hit me once
(A breaker one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to you family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin
The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay
cooler than a double L
Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap
Blunt, grabbin my weiner
Now first of all I go for broke
Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke
Can't tell whether male or female
I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room
for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'
bitch, about nine inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit
I shines MC's up for auction
So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
and turn into an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherfuckers on
them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
Push the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
Shit like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's
Hah-hah
One deuce! One deuce
Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper
Sorceror offin y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak
Smokin that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
Shit you never seen before
So when you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let your concious be free
And get money, and G's and roll these trees
...
This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this motherfucker.
Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City.
(continued on Welcome)
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(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo aiyyo check this out man Hah aiyyo hah hah Aiyyo aiyyo hah hah Nahnah aiyyo aiyyo Damn I'm the bomb ringin off all types alarms My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's Aggravated assault against an MC Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees It's mad real in Da Bricks plus I roll thick You can quote this I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness Bitch walk the walk if you talk the talk I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one With a tape deck, if it's feasible Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe But I get you souped when I rock respect due I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice E Double if you feel me hit me once (A breaker one, a breaker two) Cause trouble to you family and friends Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10 Punch you in your chin The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L Turn a felony to a misdemeanor Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap Blunt, grabbin my weiner Now first of all I go for broke Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke Can't tell whether male or female I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo' bitch, about nine inch up the clit Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit I shines MC's up for auction So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday Word, I rolls with the Funklord With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards He's bleeding get the gauze He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for Push the clip in, slide the top back Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract Shit like that get me vexed So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's Hah-hah One deuce! One deuce Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper Sorceror offin y'all with techniques A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak Smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw Shit you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the front Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run Relax your minds, let your concious be free And get money, and G's and roll these trees ... This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this motherfucker. Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City. (continued on Welcome)
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