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(feat. Redman) [from the end of the last track] This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya' live 1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex! [Redman talking] I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick but it dont matter, we representin, on some real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live splittin these peas from a pod yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time! [K-Solo] A breaka breaka, one-nine, site get off the dappa-vine, guess who's back to shine? [Redman] I wish I won the lotterry So I could tell niggas to suck dick out of animosity And freeze em' like pottery, and give labotomies To all you rap colonies, and shut your million dollar investment to economy Impossibly, might be the one in black leather Nametag sayin "caution when wet by the track wetter" the hash spreader, I love the grimey shit Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back wit her SongtexteThree years for carryin a loaded handgun But it's forever when a nigga BLOW! when he lands one To your cranium, that red dot on your forehead is not cause your Arabian Watch what you say to him! you caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin, your whole organization for making wack tunes, while my whole platoon rock the basement You couldn't come closer if I gave you my booking agent or producer, royalty points, 12-shot loaded luger Even a crowd to get you sooped up, your still wack I peel caps, on the regular destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor give you two to the jugular, blood be spreaded all on my shirt, it's the king of the blurt shittin bitches hit me off more than New Edition TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! I make your heart skip a beat from the steel phyhique! Aus Songtexte Mania