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[Intro - Marley Marl] Gawd-DAYUM! I don't know what y'all been thinkin bout But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down!! [Big Daddy Kane] I'm from the streets that make niggas walk slow talk low Wit white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this- pardon my Spanish and French (Brooklyn baby!!!) Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather 'til your face sever, one of the greatest ever Beyond ringing bells, my name's so demanding Shit! - I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota +Fanning+ (That boy still standing!!) I hope you niggas over standing; I stay sucker-free The next kaing of in the game, you ain't got enough to be Your career last a week, that'll be luckily Fuck wit me, the rap game'll need protective custody (AHH!) I'm the same thug to be, surrounded with women Gave the game +True Religion+ before you found it in denim Feel the, "Wrath of Kane," and you could not escape The hip-hop version of "The Ring" and you just watched the tape (Next up!!) [Bun B.] And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board Me or my brother on pall wit n'am nigga We Trill workin the wheel, understand nigga? (UNDERSTAND??) I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin I'm way past endin in my series of warnin You flex with me tonight playa you dead by the mornin (Woo!) Bun Beater the best ever breathin or deceased From the South to Midwest, Cali to the East Got to any city nigga and bring my name up (all o'em!) I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him Make a meal out his motherfuckin ass and then burp him (DAYUM!) Don't fuck around I'm not your lil' homey I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me (Next up!!) [Kool G. Rap] Feel me... Homie, we big steppin, big reppin We givin kids Smith & Wesson's lessons, you get left with a sketchin Left with the Midwest, clique Texans (who dat?) G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, (word) pop you to death I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggas know what it is When you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons (woo!) (Aight) Til you strip vexing to a movie clip from the Westerns Shit from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection (Tell em G. Rap) He will introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band (rock band!) Multiple holes, you get those on your top, man (AOOOW!) High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand We stackin cheese til the rubberbands pop scrams And I ain't breakdancin when I'm in the pop stance Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em +Hot Pants+ (Next up!!) [Pimp C] I make your gurl get down and open it up Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt I'm a young hot street flame (Flame) They call me Sweet James, or call me Sir Jones Two hundred dollar cologne (Uh!) Bond 9, or Issey Miyaki I got your gurl mine, meat strong like saki I ain't Rocky but I keep a rocket Fuck around I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket Your bitch out of pocket, she under pimpery She reckless eyeballin watchin my top fall in On my Lambourghini with the three screens Fettucini, linguini, shrimp and a bowl of lean! What you know about gettin cross country Nigga your piece big but your diamond look monkey You need to take that shit back Them ain't no Emmit diamonds what the fuck you done to that.......... Bitch what the fuck you done to that?! [Outro: Marley Marl] Now, damn somebody need to beat Jacob's ass over that!!!!