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Iz U wit Me
Da Youngsta's
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Walking up to my six-oh spot, I'm chilling
Hanging with the six not nappy head piss pots
Wack rappers you know I can't stand you
I'm ripping through your town like Hurricane Andrew
Get more respect than your neighborhood, fuck that!
Stay away from X once I put you in check, uh
Boom boom boom, it's like this, it's like that
Huh, I'm strapped with the gat plus my crew got my back
Wait a minute, what's up with them kids getting loot though?
Let's take 'em in the alley and jack 'em for their cash flow
Okay, okay, but when should we do it?
Right now, so get down, down
Uh, read your mind, get ready to go to war
Grab your bats and make sure we knock down the front door
Hoop hop hip, uh, here I go again
If a punk try to step, yo, I'm going in your chin
All the hip-hop junkies (Is you wit me?)
All the Muslims out there (Is you wit me?)
All the stick up kids (Is you wit me?)
All the blunt smokers (Is you wit me?)
All my crew on my side (Is you wit me?)
All the brothers on the corner (Is you wit me?)
All the hustlers getting cash (Is you wit me?)
And all the pistol packers (Is you wit me?)
I'm coming to get ya like the Grim Reaper
Your soul's in a hole where you'll only get deeper
Check it, I'm back again on the scene I'm wrecking
Like a witch I gets wicked, so yo, what you ripping?
With a mic hype I got the special of the day
A .38 smacked so you better clear the way
I hit like a grown man, so get with the program
I'm ready to wreck the whole land, I get wild like Conan
I serve the flow, I hit like a bolo punch
Not a print on your head is my logo
Oh no, oh no, it's not did, it's done
So get your maverick playing truck for a hundred miles and run
Feel the bass to the Pete Rock track
Jack the mack daddy's plot and get a backhand pitch, uh
If you try to diss, I'll revert back to this
I kill with the skill, so yo, make a death wish
All the money makers (Is you wit me?)
All the girls without weaves (Is you wit me?)
All the niggas rocking jeans (Is you wit me?)
All the pimps in the Jeeps (Is you wit me?)
All the girls in the streets (Is you wit me?)
All the boys in the hood (Is you wit me?)
And all the girls looking good (Is you wit me?)
Hear the news, cry the blues, I blow a fuse
And knock out crews, shellacked hoes couldn't find no clues
The undertaker taking out suckers
So busters don't trust us, we'll see who's the roughest
So deep, so don't freak when I speak, chief
You're weak by the terrors, so peep the real thief
A pity, a pity, I'm king, you're a gimmick
A pity, a pity, so you better not tempt me
Hot damn, I'm young but one hell of a man
Uh, lynch more suckers than the Ku Klux Klan
Yeah, a young blood that's all up in your area
Say what, say what? You know what, I'm 'bout to bury ya
So what's the plot? You either down or you're not
The rest shop or get dropped by this thing called hip-hop
Ha ha ha, now who gets the last laugh?
The Upsters, so get prepared for this warpath
Bums in slums (Is you wit me?)
All my bald head crew (Is you wit me?)
All the bros with the skill (Is you wit me?)
And all those kids getting ill (Is you wit me?)
All the fly females (Is you wit me?)
And all my crew around the way (Is you wit me?)
And all the true hip-hoppers (Is you wit me?)
And all the gangster bitches (Is you wit me?)
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