Listen

Hit it hard

Yeah, yeah, when I stick it she be like (uh)

Yeah, pimpin, I run up right inside 'em, yeah

Yo, it goes hey you, guess what, guess who gets what

I snatch baguettes, you get what you get, guess what

Guess what, you get it and forget it like guess what

Guess what get done to special guests that can't guess what

He goin on when Sy be goin off

In the cross my Squad run tracks like motocross

I write words I read and then re-word 'em

Same word, rework 'em without re-wordin 'em

Word perfect for workin with 'em

Workmen do homework, men at work in the network workin system

Yeah, I overwork, work the middle

Work and turn your homework workbook against you

In the range of a roundabout ratio

I merry-go-round around around the radio

Around around and away we go

Everytime Sy bust down then it's up up away you go

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Now what do you niggaz think about this

A jam for the streets that you can't resist

So hustle to this, bang to this

Get your money to this, yeah listen to this

Now what do you bitches think about this

A jam for the clubs that you can't resist

So shake to this, freak to this

Drink up to this, yeah listen to this

Uhh, huh

E-Dub, I'm known like the Rucker

Fucker, comin through like a redneck trucker

Nother, man down, call 9-1-1

I stash that so they can't find my gun

I'm in the woods like hikers, bikers, campers

Antlers, bears snakes and long-leg tarantulas

Uh, E-Dub I got balls

If I get chased pon' de river like Sean Paul, believe it

I'm on the fish neck, like jet-skis

I killed Romeo, along with Jet Li

And messin with the E be incomparable

Get romped like Romper Room, a one man platoon

Oh I say, I'm Andrew Dice Clay

Filthy mouth and also fuck y'all

You wanna get physical we touch y'all

Haters we appreciate the love so - thank you very much y'all

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Last but not least, Keith wreck shop comfortably

When I flow, I fuck up your street credibility

Def Squad get busy often

When it comes to chicks we got more tricks than a dolphin

You see the new E-Dub spin when I pull up

Ecko sweatsuit with the hood up

This shit is so hot you could cook an egg on it

So I sunny-side up, buttered toast my opponents

I take the drama to the middle of the street

Or any nigga that's feelin himself like Tweet

Kid you sonned out, let me speak to your father

Matter of fact, hold these here, and don't even bother

We come through with the nines poppin

Niggaz get so quiet, you can hear rats pissin on cotton

So you see there's nothin furthermore to say

Aiyyo Busta, "Pass the Courvoiser"

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