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One for the money, two for the showThree to get it crackin' in the hoodLet's go!My rhymes pop like them nines, that clammy toteBut they rap lackluster shineMy shit busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke, "Woo Hah!"That's all she wroteOn the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotesQuirk ass M-C's be as Queer as FolkTalkin' about, "Nigga can rap"No shit Sherlock, y'all just can't see me like Matt MurdochI'm the pinnacle rhyme kid and any line of mine is criminal mindAnd I blind 'er with original rhyme shitFall in line with the sick, cynical grime shitClinically approved for you to move your behind withTimeless are world girls who get inspired with PharoaheDo you need to be reminded now?Stick 'em up, it's thatGet 'em up, it's thatPut 'em up, it's thatLet's go![Chorus]Get up, how we rockDon't know how we roll, yeahSongtexteLet's go!Line 'em upLight it up, fire it upWire me up, let it blowOne for the money, two for the showThree to get it crackin' in the hoodLet's go!They research my step cells, clone ten of meSend one of 'em back in time just to get rid of meStop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphaniesNow that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"I glisten man, stop snitching manYou use sex to sell, your Nextel to SprintEverything you represent is immoralCingular, not pluralYou and your Sidekick get rid of that whack TrioI freeze M-C's zero degrees belowThe blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceYou need to get loose, to the heat of produceFrom Long Beach to BostonYour chicks text us like Dallas and AustinI spark tireless illuminationFire sixteen bars, wireless communicationLet's go![Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania