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[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X) Verse One: Erick Sermon I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder
't help it Just stay where you bowin' down Some more you can't get these pounds Unless you gone smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up And
shit'll get real Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit' Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit Masked up, kidnap shit
thun! Polla verse like a dutch When a nigga frustrated Relase anger on the paper Record it on tape Play it on the block On ya box While you get off rocks
and I Bombshell, other bitches is true lies I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on or shitty with the Tim boots Do it how
ain't did shit, I had done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water O.G. kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the stove
it to you live after dark Ask the psychic friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped bell bottom tim
rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp How we be rolling, when we work and we lam Got Rock Sham
Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh [Tim
of live MCs I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas The microphones, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this House niggaz verse the homeless Ten to one, Tim
dancin', through the night Now gimme that and run with the Party people, are you ready for Tim and Maganoo? As we come, rum and Coke, won't you kick a verse
[Verse 1] Diamond colored spine Armadillo armor that bends around the blades Bugs in the beard Ebony in the lungpiece Bricks in the Timbs Bazooka in the
such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America, me and my lady rock
lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like tim hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm labbin in rca Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that shit that you
