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[doug e. fresh]
breath of fresh air, for the nine-pound, c’mon
(yeahhh!)

[vigilante]
lawd have mercy, just gotta say
when me gun a-whistle it’ll fly like a bird
me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
hey, call me a (?) a gun my name john coolfuse
i hit it like y’all tie ya shoes

[illaquoin]
check it, search, and destroy the first phony boy to annoy
the new man convoy
you can’t represent with the tec the way i represent
with the technique i keep a presidential suite
in every convent, you can’t speak or comment
when i bone the freak–ss nuns, your real mind went
(?) illaquoin, shinin like a diamond
rhymin.. like i’m runnin out of time and
the next n-gga to move, the next n-gga to lose
i leave ’em seein backwards like that n-gga tom cruise
dyslexic, cross your eyes, you get the x it
ain’t hard to tell i eat that -ss and that’s perceptive
i don’t need no token to turn-styles
i’m rockwild, lady find your seat and get the f-ck out the aisle!

[k-superior]
raise ’em up from the dead, raise ’em up and i’ll
k!ll ’em again if you’re not my friend you feel my hot mac-10
not my nine or my eight, five six seven
but my mac-11, will have you “all the way to heaven”
keepin it real with the man, who made “la di da di”
like chaka khan, n-gga it’s on, huh
cause ain’t n0body.. gonna crush you bet-ter
get naked for the record!
the name k-superior easin in without the ointment
your style couldn’t see me if it had a d-mn appointment
rags to riches, snitches get st-tches
call mr. planters cause i’m nuts about beaitches
i’m a rapper baby, so don’t trap with me a cabbage
now i’m outta here, like a husband in a bad marriage

[mansone batez]
aiyyo (?), branson, last name mansone
bullsh-t nigs on your style i be dancin
ever told the glory, days of fat hit
nigs drop one single but really ain’t sh-t
bronx, (?) boogie down stay pumped
heads’ll get together some real sh-t from the bronx
ninety-four years before you see (?) brown
maintain, take the 6 train (?) lockdown
next on your strap, todd black be the style
a straight dummy, comin out the barrel of a pound
men-tal meltdown to any contender
not to be hard, but watch your brain i’ma injure

[vigilante]
murrr-dahhh!
when me gun a-whistle it’ll fly like a bird
me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
hey, call me a (?) a gun my name john coolfuse
i hit it like y’all tie ya ..
the dirt out da work (?) get it squashed like a cherry
blood brain to run just like a strawberry
tear up in a baka me ready fi k!ll satan
who got tec-9 give me de mac-11
de bigger ya come, is for y’all die ya stumble
gone and nome y’all me not a no fun crumble
pop a shot and take ya from ya head to ya ankle
it’s like reading genesis, straight out a chronicle
turn me gun a-whistle it’ll fly like a bird
me nah talk a fi mi guns are de words
hey, call me a (?) a gun my name john coolfuse
i hit it like y’all tie ya shoes

[doug e. fresh]
yeah, move it up, pump it up

[the diggy dime]
yeah, check it out, aiyyo
bust how, the way that i be flowin is a omen
cause i leave sh-t glowin, as if i was the golden
and i’m smokin, boots like a loose newport
i rip, mics and stages twelve gauges for the sport
and i’m powered, by herb from uptown, i emerge
pack more action than the mentally disturbed

[doug e. fresh]
yo! yo! aiyyo!
here ye here ye, cl-ss is in session
for those in this profession, it’s time to choose your weapons
pick up a mic, pick up a pen, pick up a tape
you can’t escape the last action hero in timbs but no cape, uhh!
faster than a speeding bullet, n-gga pull it
and one single bound for the nine-nine-pound
just like a train it’s comin strictly underground
peace to my brother 2pac and all my n-ggas locked down..

- doug e fresh lyrics

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