Tom: F# minor
Verse 1
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Yeah, this the build up, oh no,
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you knew we was coming back
But you ain't know we was
coming back like this
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C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll
Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh,
Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh,
uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gonna make you go ah,
ooh, ooh, ah
Verse 2
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I come on stomping mud holes in tracks
like Timbaland
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The producer and the booth,
niggas so don't get cute
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I come through in the coupe with
Humiliate you then blast you in
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your birthday suit
Verse 3
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You a small side order of
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I'm a three hots in a cot dungeon rider
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My hardcore street team crash
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the party with Def Jam
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And incorporate murda like Gotti How about in back
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of the yellow cab like Seinfeld
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Chew you like little neck
I got a hypochondriac flow
that get real ill
Get nauseous to the beat,
I spit sick at will
Verse 4
and your shit is sour
You need to turn your flow up an hour
Give you a permanent lean, like
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With a hoes that will wet
you down like a cold shower
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Yo we got the shit on
Verse 5
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Come through and blast the spot,
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And my name is the record, so check it,
when I put it on record
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Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
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And my folks if you with me where
Verse 6
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you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing holla back,
talk to me
And when I step on the scene,
a lean mean wrecking machine
Everybody scream, "Oh,
Verse 7
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And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker
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And if you in the house then pro
tect your neck
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I'm 'Mister see you anywhere
it's gon' be a showdown'
So ya'll better have lyrics
when I come 'round
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Cause I ain't lost a battle since
Verse 8
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God knows when
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Some niggas tried to front but
they gots no win
Taught how to prevent to
lose and handle the win
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Like birds are made to fly
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Wait a minute, homie you
Verse 9
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don't really know me, homie
I'll take you to a picnic
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boy you lunch meat
With my dazzling appearance
and my world wide clearance
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I am treacherous, inferior,
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impermanent, impetuous
Verse 10
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I rock like an archaeologist
Draw a picture like a forensic artist,
perform like a dramatist
I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous,
Verse 11
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Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh
Come through and blast the spot,
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And my name is the record, so check it,
when I put it on record
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Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
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And my folks if you with me where
Verse 12
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you at? Yes sir
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If you love what I'm doing holla back,
talk to me
And when I step on the scene,
a lean mean wrecking machine
Everybody scream,
"Oh, my goodness"
Verse 13
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Keith Murray gon' make you go uh,
uh, uh, uh
Def Squad gon' make you go ah,
ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my goodness
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh,
uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah,
ooh, ooh, ah
Oh, my goodness
Verse 14
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And you in line motherfucker like
them people in court
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So when I see you I'm a pop
your top like a cork
I pack flow like ammo,
Come through and bless your
Verse 15
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But some still wanna holla,
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Fucking with me like I run
a funeral parlor
Linguist, lyricist out for
chips like Estrada
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Bilingual emcees even couldn't even
couldn't do me nada
Verse 16
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With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy
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It's a full moon and hoes
wanna fuck like Brandy
Yeah, I've been hated on,
you probably heard it
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And I kicked their little ass but
them niggas deserved it
Verse 17
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And I'm still in the hood and
I still rep the hood
Still tee'ing off for a
long green like Tiger Woods
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I ain't even got ta say it,
ya'll know when it's hot
So ya'll go back up in the vocal box
Verse 18
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Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh
Come through and blast the spot,
yeah man
And my name is the record, so check it,
when I put it on record
Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
Verse 19
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And my folks if you with me, where
you at? Yes sir
If you love what I'm doing holla back,
talk to me
And when I step on the scene,
a lean mean wrecking machine
Verse 20
Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah,
oh, my goodness
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh,
uh, uh, uh
Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah,
ooh, ooh, ah
Verse 21
Oh, my goodness
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Yo, what up this is DJ Already Dead
This going down,
you know who that is
That's Keith Murray in your ass
Nigga like a hemorrhoid
Verse 22
It's going down,
all you young ass niggas
Understand this these are classics
I don't care how much money
you give to the radio station
You ain't never gonna be this hot,
oh, my goodness
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