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Hit it hard
Yeah, yeah, when I stick it she be like (uh) Yeah, pimpin, I run up right inside `em, yeah [Verse One: Sy Scott] 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 [Chorus: Keith Murray] 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 [Verse Two: Erick Sermon] 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three: Keith Murray] 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" [Chorus]
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