Stop as I drop bomb Blow up this place like Vietnam I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the up son now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, give it up I'm all up in you till you just get enough I'm real hard to the bone you more I sneak up on you like a sniper at back door
flavor for your brain you know the time So check the wrath for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine I up on you like Eastwood I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your
I spreads like Parkay Real smooth the flow and even when I parlay Do what you feel and the skill I'm in your grill, peep I got the raw deal
And in your Jeep Cherokee or Cruiser Rollin' the hood I know you're gonna use a like this all up in your eardrum So the E.Q. and let the speakers hum
We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart
We gets crazy like enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack We gets like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
Go and it I think it's time to wreck it Here I come again with my stuff, so let's it I'm cool the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor Freezin' up the mic, I hit you somethin' you can savor
No slippin', no stonin', I am to the point So hit the mad ism and another joint The like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a grip in
Get with a style I be using, and there's no And a quick lesson I carry a Smith and Wesson up close and there'll be no confusion Now you're addicted to abusing
Word to the mother I'm to tear it up And if you get with it, I don't give a fuck So run to your crew and tell them I am This is for the people, yo [Incomprehensible]
We gets like Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a attack
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the funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, before you get in ya rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get your ass back, you get caps in ya rhyme killer, the dope song thriller Get ass back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart We gets like Prozac Hype enough to a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy Prozac Hype enough to start a party and has a heart attack We crazy like Prozac Hype enough to start a and illy has a heart attack