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Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x)



(PMD)



When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air

Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs

The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip

Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip

Low to avoid the caps and blows

By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows

Wit the cops trying to control the crowd

But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud

Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am

Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and

The bass continues to thump

Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks

Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched

Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no caps

And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout

"Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out



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(E Double)



Rap combat squares sat and I attack

Any crab MC that's down wit the wack

And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck

Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech

I'm terror, new edition to rap era

I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever

I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius

I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)?

Yo, wit that, I can break fool

Especially when the posse is thick and got tools

Make me feel good 'cause they got steel

No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal

K-A, microphone wrecker E-D

The O, the U, the B, the L to the E

Rocking on, word is born, so abandon ship

My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip

I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn

Mess wit me and get your manhood token



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(Redman)



I got it going on, ?(sister muck)?, next to flex

You bet I drop heavy, so girls grab your coatex

I catch fits when I blitz a rhyme grit

And my lip gets to the point so rip some more fly shit

Redman ready to rock ruff rhymes

Renegade rapper, rip when it's rhyme time

Punk push a pin in ?(pilt)? so when I ?(pit)?

Pack pistol posse flow some more pro shit

Fe Fi Fo Fum funky to floor a

Fuck a freak, words before play

Quickly, quiet is kept, never quack

On a Q-Tip, I quote, I throw rhymes like a quarterback

A monster, murder muthafuckas like Manson

A madmen who mutilize men with 9mm

Bullets ?(brobab)? brother back to back I slam

Bread and butter, break beast to Bam Bam

Jump off the Jim before I jack my johnson

I jam like Janet, chew MC's like Swanson

Get a stamp dummy, I'm digging a dungeon

Can you dig that I dig deep to destroy dum dums

Yes, I yam what I yam when I jam, bro

My afro's in the house, yo, yo, yo

Known as I live large, life will be luxury

Ladies in Lamborginies, love is like (lut) to me

Nasty nigga, competition is none

From Newark, New Jersey, knot hairs like Mike Nunn

Shit, rap is still when I'm stroking

Smoke wit shotguns but the sign said no smoking

Cool it kiddo, I control from sea to sea

Cut like Chuckie, plus style it top D

Super mad lover, cool from the new schoo;

Hold your breath, while I walk holding my jewels



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