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Like it was before
As usual, something different
The boy never sounds the same
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with this
I'm the man all the homeboys wanna diss
Crushin', killin', never beat stealin'
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealin'
Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand, motherfucker, I'm a hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and then commence to stick 'em
But my gat close range take his wallet, kick him in his gut
Drop the games 'cause they really ain't necessary
You can be obliterated, boy, you ain't legendary
Seward Park in my Caddy, I'm a chillin'
To you girlies I'm a hero, to you suckers I'm a villain
Hired gun get me mad, I might try it
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do, you better buy it
Serious encounters could be deadly to competitors
What am I sayin'? (You're gonna get yours)
F the BS
F the BS
F the BS
Memories of bein' broke keep me on the warpath
Hittin' like a wreckin' ball, noise like a punk blast
Suede Raid in effect, my posse's with it
Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't playin' with you, boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
All knuckles take notes, don't imitate
Rippin' is the cut, freaks scurry from my T-I-P
Tryin' to get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title match and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Muscle-bound, full of things, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy, you better start climbin'
Machines grindin', I'm hardcore rhymin'
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob wearin' jet black
Swastia in effect, sportin' Doom hats
Walk by a sucker punk, look like he crackers
He mumble somethin' so my posse walk backwards