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  • Truly, I say truly
    Truly, truly
    Well, if Jesus is your
    Lord, then
    Praise your
    GodAnd if
    Islam's your thing,
    Allah-u-Akbar
    And if you represent the 6 pointed star
    Well, then my
    Hebs back home told me say, "Shalom"
    I put grooves in the mix,
    I make moves like the knicks
    I'll take you straight up the lane,
    I block you out the frame
    Then I freeze it, believes it, you needs it like ******
    Before you get your fight on, kid, get your stare on
    Here come the
    Don Dada, makin' ghettos red hotter
    I drop the boom bada like
    Jake LaMatta
    I could single you out and isolate you like
    MatoI'm undefeated like
    Rocky Marciano
    Hit you right below the belt, now you singin'
    SapranoTalk what you talk, still you don't know what
    I knowSomething for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Now East Coast,
    West Coast, wonderin' what's the beef
    It's goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
    I say word to
    Din Lizzy, kid,
    I get busy
    And I'll knock all of ya'll off this wonder wall'
    Cause on a daily basis,
    I rock like
    OasisQuick to be your style from a fetus to a child
    I kill 14 billion cells, puffin'
    L'sStompin' devils on all 9 levels of
    LCheck the transmission, hear the transition
    Observe the technition
    INFI Nightvision
    You hot-light reels,
    I lace my drug deals
    As you skim and check feels on chics in high heels
    It's all bright and sunny when you're holdin' big money
    My Sonics got youth, first my mud got honey
    I could be the king of grunge if
    I blow my spunge away
    There's a little black spot on the sun today
    Which I don't care if my souls are dead
    So come on and feel the sting of the true
    Pain KingSomething for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Something for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
  • Truly, I say truly
    Truly, truly
    Well, if Jesus is your
    Lord, then
    Praise your
    GodAnd if
    Islam's your thing,
    Allah-u-Akbar
    And if you represent the 6 pointed star
    Well, then my
    Hebs back home told me say, "Shalom"
    I put grooves in the mix,
    I make moves like the knicks
    I'll take you straight up the lane,
    I block you out the frame
    Then I freeze it, believes it, you needs it like ******
    Before you get your fight on, kid, get your stare on
    Here come the
    Don Dada, makin' ghettos red hotter
    I drop the boom bada like
    Jake LaMatta
    I could single you out and isolate you like
    MatoI'm undefeated like
    Rocky Marciano
    Hit you right below the belt, now you singin'
    SapranoTalk what you talk, still you don't know what
    I knowSomething for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Now East Coast,
    West Coast, wonderin' what's the beef
    It's goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
    I say word to
    Din Lizzy, kid,
    I get busy
    And I'll knock all of ya'll off this wonder wall'
    Cause on a daily basis,
    I rock like
    OasisQuick to be your style from a fetus to a child
    I kill 14 billion cells, puffin'
    L'sStompin' devils on all 9 levels of
    LCheck the transmission, hear the transition
    Observe the technition
    INFI Nightvision
    You hot-light reels,
    I lace my drug deals
    As you skim and check feels on chics in high heels
    It's all bright and sunny when you're holdin' big money
    My Sonics got youth, first my mud got honey
    I could be the king of grunge if
    I blow my spunge away
    There's a little black spot on the sun today
    Which I don't care if my souls are dead
    So come on and feel the sting of the true
    Pain KingSomething for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Something for ass, something for cash
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math
    Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
    Some do the knowledge, some do the math