You got shot feat. 8off, Agall
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You got shot, 'cause you knocked, knocked, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hard rock
Whoa-ho-ho, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducin'โyo, fuck that nigga's name!
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
You got shot, 'cause you knocked, knocked, knocked
On my knees at the mercy of God, straight up, back up, I keeps it hard
You like to watch, but can't touch this nigga or catch a charge
Papi Chulo, karate chop, just like judo
Fuckin' culo, make you quit rappin' and sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve? I'd rather be rockin' Apollo Creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggas droppin' these weak cuts
Where the B-boys? How's about some hardcore in the speakers?
For the mic dons, 'cause we cold and like the arm
Call us warm, PMD shinin' with my stripes on
In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled
No paddles, up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat-time, so fuck a bat-channel
This nigga object again, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac and these, one love, them still my fuckin' niggas
We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back
And watch me spit fire, lava, lyrical fact
It's a cyanide with miracle that
My iron spittin' ain't peelin' your cap
Me and the devil had a spiritual chat
'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
Than a black cat on a black night and I'm black
And the moon shinin', I'm sippin' Starsky & Hutch
While my rims blindin', while P rollin' a Dutch
'Cause I'm too much for moms and grandpas and stars
Roll the windows to your cars, we out at large
Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Lawson's the source
I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of Halls
Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seem they never saw
When I jump in my car, they go "ooh" and "ahh"
EPMD, 215 and Adolph Agallah
The 215, who the fuck is them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin' out the car, poppin' trunks, swingin' crowbars
Take out my seams in my jeans for the G's
People low self-esteem, rockin' the clean, hot in the scene
When I blow off the top, I got the scream like Bill Rothstein
When I rob you, the excitement is why'd you scream?
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together
Soldier mind crime, nigga, bitch die live, nigga
Adolph gon' hit 'em like five niggas, surprise, nigga
Ayo, you hit 'em like that, I'll bust 'em from the back to the extreme
Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch
And switch up for the mix-up and dig a ditch up
And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like Prince Naseem ahead
Duck your head or go inside instead
Step to me, bourgeois, fancy's dandy
You get killed like you was JonBenรฉt Ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin' shit and never even seen a million
Actin' like y'all Sicilians when y'all niggas
With small figures and chasin' gold diggers (Motherfuckers)
Don't ever come up to me yappin'
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool?
I'm a dog for life like my nigga Ja Rule
Who wanna flex with the influential with mad credentials
On instrumentals with two essentials?
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash, punk
You got shot, 'cause you knocked, knocked, knocked
Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hard rock
Whoa-ho-ho, let me like slow up with the flow
Introducin'โyo, fuck that nigga's name!
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow
You got shot, 'cause you knocked, knocked, knocked