f/ Fat Joe, Godfather Don, JuJu, Lord Finesse

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{*scratched*} The rhythm
Make you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm

[Bas Blasta]
My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy
That's how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty
Give me some room to get verbal and in rogue
I got you thumpin' something like I holdin' your roller
Your pain is inflicted with shits form my scripts kicked
I got you opened you beats be smokin' where my dick sits
One of ya knows why you pose like a faggot
It's like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon
Still on my tip for the technical fast flow
There ain't no cash, so stay the fuck out my ass hole
Two more is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon
With meth on my mind got left
Shit, a fly couldn't catch one

[JuJu]
Fuck keepin' it real, I ain't jokin'
You bitch-ass niggas act hard
and they still get their shit broken
Wildin' is risky but it's fun
I'm on some ol' cowboy shit
give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun
You watchin' niggas set it off son
I have all you niggas runnin' like girls
when I let off one
A little nigga go in fire
you know I'm a star
I got you white kids sittin'
in my fuckin' park
Let them niggas try and curse mine
I heard niggas liked they comin' through
the island for the first time
Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt
3CF mob, fuck the world and I'm out

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[Lord Finesse]
Check it
I catch wreck when my mind's at
When it's time to get down
I get around like nine atch
Give me your ring
I can still swing my fuck
with these four bore rappers
where you can have a real thing
So just cool it
I flow like fluid
Ain't nothing to it
I keep it raw like suage
Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured
but you can have a afro on slacks
that don't mean you got soul nigga
Stand back, don't try to keep close
it's the funky man, Lord Finesse
straight from the Eastcoast
I can't hang, come on, picture that
I'm from Uptown, Boogie Down
where rap was invented at
Matter of fact I'm out to stack figures
when I drop rhymes I make brothers go
'Yo who's that nigga!?'
Fuck around you'll get your ass fried
this ain't far side
I'm not someone nigga
that you go passed by
Come on, you're rollin' with a page star
I keep my money in rolls
just like my motherfuckin' brains are
No doubt, I got clout
I'm gonna say peace adios one love
Yo, I'm out

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, here comes the night time stalker
who's swelling niggas' lips rather than Jimmy Walker
The freestyler, nigga get scuela
Fuck a bitch, you know I'm all about makin' dollars
Fat Joe, you know I been here before
Rap was for the near, but was kickin' shit raw
Motherfuckers know the flow was tight
baggin' hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomite
Man listen, there's no competition
'Joe takin' it out?'
look nigga keep wishin'
Fat Joe and you know how we do
peace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJu
word

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[Godfather Don]
Come fo' rough with the rhyme crew fresh
Bass bless the words penetrate through flesh
Why not pay dues to earn props
You soundin' like my nigga
I'm not gonna pay the bucket, yo
I'm comin' of okay, makin' rappers run like O.J.
Would've been clan, like the man who's named José
no way will the competator
get out of the bloods that the wildlife predator
Straight through your brain is where I aim
When I start to inflict pain
you will never be able to maintain
Insane, with my bank descript
rappers can't get with the way I'm kickin' it
I can't stand a hypocrit
who tries to trust and cling styles
he fails to rouse with the fatality of a child
Bas got mad rhymes the party bounces
I think of no book that weighs forty ounces

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