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Intro:
So in the clubs i get (mad)
On the mic i get (mad)
On the beats i get (mad)
Yo
Chorus:
I got the
(mad mad crew up in the house)
I'm wit the
I be chillin' wit the
I'm rollin' wit the
Verse one:
See this is what i'm sayin' and i know you don't see this
Wack underpriveledged mcs think they can see kris
They watchin' too much television and they rocka
This ain't the tv show "taxi," and i ain't lotka
I break an mc off proper, yo don't check me
Ask your moms and pops, yo they respect me
But here you stand, tryin' to get yours, but gettin' nothin'
You probably can't spell "boogie down" or "productions"
I play for jeeps, i play for keeps, i play for streets, believe me
Put down the microphone and consider a squeegie
You're rated pg
Again i win when i begin
I'm slammin' again, no win, try to comprehend
I don't bend
I ravage and damage
I'm wild like a savage, kickin' asses
Hot flashes, your style's with trash's
Stay out of my classes, punk