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* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *

[Pos]
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile
When you enterin' the realm
You find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of the BX, can old school it like a T-Rex

Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar
You wanna see it no matter who you are
Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that

[Dave]
Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball
Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex
Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft
Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings
Do it for the love of the art and the childrens

And throw paper machet inside of ya models
CBR throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm broke hives
Concerned about ya life when ya down eight lives
Top of the night I'm up in ya queens like ah yeah

* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *
WATCH OUT!
* Conversation en Espagnol *

[Dave]
Introducin' introducin' to you Dave
Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint

Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray
If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent
Touch her till her back indents
Wrap it extra strength
Run a lap on her calculatin' the length
Holdin' mics tighter than hymens
Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven
Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack
Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans
Classic like Reuben and Rah
One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high
Bus bigger than the fourth of July
Take the back seat drive out while we push from the hip

[Pos]
Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post
Shinin' above all who are y'all to boast
Stayed calm and all came to me to host
My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps
It's gettin' filled moms jack penny
It used to be unknown around the way
Now my biz became a bouqet
Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate
Been a minute since ya heard the souls
So the soul gon' cost ya three
All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed

Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists
We run the interference throughout the game clout
Can't be denied the bout for the title
Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol

[Dave]
Bring it back to the draw
Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore
Played dirty with ever since playing on the floor
Stock verbal assaults just in case of war break glass
Steall vaults bigger than giraffes
But they still got a lot for me
I heard em' say alot of niggas rep the underground
They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money
Stupid

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