Farmers
LL Cool J Feat. Tikki Diamond
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Right now I'm 'bout to show you how it's done
You get shut down, yo, my UZI weighs a ton
You get beat down and you can pump it in your system
'Til it blow out, whatever, dog, no doubt
I'm 'bout to smack up anybody who front
Like he hardcore, don't he know I stay raw?
This is LL, competition they fell because I do this
Bring the drama and shoot cause I don't play that
And I've been rippin' up cats since way back
Put your honey on my lap and make her heat up
Got her beggin' me to beat it up raw, dog
Throw your wifey on the floor and straight kill that
Have her garglin' nuts until I spill that
You better play like En Vogue and hold on
You wanna battle, set it off, baby, come on
Come on, come on, come on
S, because my flavor's the best
A, I get my hustle on all day
R, rep my block near or far
M, I gotta hold it down with my mans
E, big up to my nigga E-Love
R, keep the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what more can I say?
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Murdoch, little niggas gettin' money on the hot block
He got the chrome shit spinnin' up on Linden
Look at the ice and love it the way it's blendin'
As I spit hot lyrics from here to Merrick
You think you're hot? Cool J never hear it
And when it comes to this, I'm not a soldier
I'm a General, Crown King, I told ya
I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga, what now?
Tell your man step up then watch it go down
Game one, do or die like Bed-Stuy
Nobody even comin' close, nigga, why try?
From the Bronx to Shaolin to Uptown
Like Buckshot said, nigga, duck down
You better play like En Vogue and hold on
You know I'm goin' out, nigga, come on
Come on, come on, come on
S, because my flavor's the best
A, I get my hustle on all day
R, rep my block near or far
M, I gotta hold it down with my mans
E, big up to my nigga E-Love
R, keep the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what more can I say?
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No doubt, I take your block and air it out
Stay iced out, me and my man Little Shop in the double-R
Whole block lined up with all the hot cars
Nigga, never be afraid, you gotta get paid
No matter what I do, I keep it sexy
Me and my team spendin' cream on the club scene
On Performance Boulevard out in Killer Queens
This joint knock in the Tunnel 'bout one o'clock
They like the raw, not the watered-down hip-hop
The broads, money and Alize, it don't stop
Niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a head rock
When I'm gone, I bet y'all remember me
I'm the greatest MC there could ever be
You better call Def Jam and tell 'em hold on
'Cause another major label told me come on
Come on, come on, come on
S, because my flavor's the best
A, I get my hustle on all day
R, rep my block near or far
M, I gotta hold it down with my mans
E, big up to my nigga E-Love
R, keep the ill rims on the car
S, I repped it, what more can I say?
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