featuring 215 8 Off Agallah



"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked

Who's there? Another motherfuckin hardrock" > ODB



"Whoa ho hoh let me like slow up with the flow" > ODB



"Introducing yo FUCK that nigga's name!" > ODB



"If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep

Chk chk BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW blown traject'" > ODB



"Gimme my fuckin shit chk chk BLAOW!" > ODB



"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."



[Parrish Smith]

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

Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo

Fuckin coolo make you quit rap and go 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 niggaz droppin these weak cuts

We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers

for the Mic Dons, ??

??, 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 of game, get your pockets bigger

Biggie, Pac, and Eaze - one love, them still my fuckin niggaz



[215]

We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin back

and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact

It's a sign of a 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

in the moonshinin, I'm sippin Starsky and Hutch

while my rims blindin, while P rollin the Dutch

Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve

Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large

Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls

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 seen and never saw

when I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh

EPMD, 215, and 8-Off Agallah



[8-Off]

Yo 215, who the FUCK was them cats up in the car?

One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar

Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars

Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's

People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top I got this cream like Bill Rothstein

And when I rob unique excitement is, why 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-down live nigga

8-Off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz



[Erick Sermon]

Aiyyo you hit em like that

I 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 a head

Duck yo' head, or go inside instead

Step to me bourgeoise? Fancy as Dandy?

You get killed, like you was Jon-Benet 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 niggaz

with small figures, and chasin gold diggers

(Motherfuckers) Don't even 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 Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex, with the influential

with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential

The mic and the beat, now shit's complete

for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk



"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked

Who's there? Another motherfuckin hardrock" -> ODB



"Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -> ODB



"Introducing, yo FUCK that nigga's name!" -> ODB



"If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep

Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -> ODB



"Gimme my fuckin shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -> ODB



"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked