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Correct Down Wit Us
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My man Keith Murray, is down wit' us My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit' us yo My L. O. D. Click, is down wit' us We're number one Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo It's the Red Moolie, yellin' for the villain in the movie I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin' Def Check out the rhythm that I cook up You too scared to look up, you're merkin' I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban Bumrush your villa then I'm closin' all the curtains, lights out Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz To the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar Of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin' slaughtered I blow the S-L boy out of order My mental disorder is pure water I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land While the cd program's on 'Whatever Man' My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit' us, uhh My peoples locked down, down wit' us, uhh My peoples in New York, is down wit' us The housing projects, is down wit' us My people who be hustlin' is down wit' us 'Cause makin' funky music is a must I'm number one Ha ha, check it, check, check, check, here we go, huh huh Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin' air And wave 'em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P. S. Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees On the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles Be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties On that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics The Muddy Waters be blowin' your tape recorders Pull out the four niggaz steppin' like they on a Nordic track Cool out black got no time for scratch You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached These your peoples, you better call 'em back before I beat through his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral Hah, look up in the motharfuckin' sky, it's a widow Pushin' a fifteen zero zero With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin' Erykah Badu Don't snooze, you'll be like damn, is it the shoes? The way I maneuv I could slip a Uzi in school I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth And can't nobody hold me down like I'm Puffy and Mase Aiyyo aiyyo, Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit' us My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit' us Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit' us, yo Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit' us, yo That nigga ll Cool, is down wit' us, yo My dog Warren G, is down wit' us We're number one Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo Trigger the Gambler, down wit' us, yo My peeps West coast, is down wit' us, yo My peeps who pack toast, is down wit' us, yo Atlanta, G-A, is down wit' us, yo My peeps in Virginia, is down wit' us, yo North Carolina, is down wit' us, yo My peeps in D. C., is down wit' us, yo My peeps in
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