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“ladies and gentlemen, the world’s famous…”

[verse 1 – psycho les]
here i come, to the rhythm of the drum
hook you up on some of that sh-t that got you numb
open up hon, i just want to see in
the shoot my s-m-n, the intoxicated f-cking demon
shoots the load at home or on the road
baby doll i buss a style to put you in the mood
tanqueray with the lemon, ice with the tonic
want to place an order for a samwich bag of chronic

[verse 2 – v.i.c.]
it’s the mad puerto rican with the beats in command
hold the 40 with my left and keep the blunt in my right hand
my game is tight, i got the flow
and my style’s a mystery that n-ggas will never know
rolling in my jeep mad deep
with a live crew, of crazy motherf-ckers that don’t sleep
(so don’t try and sweat his route)
v.i.c. yo

[verse 3 – fashion]
p-p-p-presto
another kool whip with the magic, so tragic
i’ll beat your little -ss, f-cking f-ggot
it’s the season of the hunt, f-cking runt, i get buck and
blast when i buss your -ss sittin duck
so back up, how the h-ll you ever get g-ssed
break fool, and i’m a kick some kool in your -ss
puff up your chest, inhale, you’re dreaming
now whip out your brains with intoxicated demons

[verse 4 – juju]
yo n-ggas try to pull my card and disrespect
get blown the f-ck up cause i ain’t playing with a full deck
i ain’t the one, kid, you wanna f-ck around
i got 50 n-ggas in here now holding me down
never be running outta ammo, i got more so
i may just empty the clip into your torso
step back, watch the body drop, ain’t it funny
now you said all that to say what, money?

“i keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
my favorite jam of all time is “the body rock” (repeat 4x)

[verse 5 – fashion]
so f-cking lay back and i thought you knew
sh-t get cold when the kool come through
hey but only with my style cause only fash can do it
through it, yeah, catch on bake you blew it
blow me, or shut the f-ck up, you can’t hang
see the slang, drips from my lips with the bang
boom, got a box of lead for a n-gga
cause before you l!ck off -bang bang- i pull the trigga

[verse 6 – juju]
yo i came to get mines, straight up, f-ck the game
i’m all about mad loot, guns, and fat chains
act like you want, don’t front or feel the fury
i catch a homicide charge and see the jury
quick to put a head out, kid, let me remind you
bury that -ss where god can’t even find you
f-cking with the junkyard n-gga’s like a bad move
i keep my finger on the trigga i can’t lose

[verse 7 – psycho les]
you know that i know who’s a friend, who’s a foe
best believe i know who’s my girl, who’s a ho
it’s the klepto, dropping verses while you dance
blow! blast you, call the ambulance
owww, b-tches all say while i’m steppin
what happened? you forgot to load your little weapon
oh no, now you lay on the floor
while i puff endo and order beer to go

“i keep flowing to the beat of the sure shot
my favorite jam of all time is ‘the body rock'” (repeat 4x)

- the beatnuts

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