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Like it was before, as usual
Something different, the boy never sounds the same
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with this
I'm the man all the homeboys wanna dis
Crushing, killing, never beat stealing
But I'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealing
Death to competitors, long live Mix-A-Lot
You understand, motherfucker, I'm a hard rock
Beat him up and pick him up and then commence to stick up
But my gat close range, take his wallet, kick him in his gut
Drop the games 'cause they really ain't necessary
You can be obliterated, boy, you ain't legendary
Seward Park, in my Caddy I'm a chilling
To you girlies I'm a hero, to you suckers I'm a villain
Hard gun, get me mad I might try it
Can't find a better rhyme, if you do you better buy it
Serious encounters can be deadly to competitors
What am I saying?
You're gonna get yours
F the BS
F the BS
F the BS
Memories of being broke keep me on the war path
Hitting like a wrecking ball, noise like a punk blast
Suede raid in effect, my posse's with it
Put a 50 on the floor, like a punk you wouldn't get it
Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat rack
I ain't playing with you boy, you know I mean that
Physical rhymes all meant to intimidate
Onlookers take notes, don't imitate
Ripping is the cut, freaks scurry from my T-I-P
Trying to get an autograph from M-I-X-A-L-O-T
Down for the title matching, you know what I'm talking about
Muscle bound full of rage, knock a sucker's lights out
Bring it to my level, boy you better start climbing
Machines grinding, I'm hardcore rhyming
Lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle
When you make it to the top I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob wearing jet black
Suave swag in effect, sporting goon hats
Walk by a sucker, punk looked like eating crackers
He mumbled something so my posse walked backwards
Jacked him on the cornerstone and hit him with the gat chrome
Let him know my posse's getting bigger when we're back home
A big maul and you know my beat is death
You know who you are
F the BS
Yeah, buddy, rapid fire slang cutting, you know who it is
Coming back at you to go put your name on wax
I really don't want to make you famous, sucker
F the BS
F the BS
F the BS
Reconnect my dialect with modified jargon
Heavy snaps, never looking for a bargain
Tougher when the pressures on, walking like a movie clip
Slow mo, pants low, jeans laying off my hip
Big shoes, laces loose, a rap warrior
Real beat boy leaving crowds in euphoria
Transform super fast, nice slice, what a blast
Moving like the speed of light so quick I shatter plexiglass
Here's the baby, come on girlies, get with it
You like my tuning capabilities, admit it
It's the man with the westbound attitude
Big gold rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you
Raise an eyebrow, try to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go pow, pow
Understand it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot, soon to be a top man
Yes siree, and put my hammer on a convoy
Mix-A-Lot on the stage, I'm a rough boy
Yes, a rough boy creeping up the backside
Mix-A-Lot, sign him up for the big fight
Raised- raised in LA
Dynamo, good to go, rough on your stereo
I'm like a cannibal, gat too like Rambo
Don't like riff raff, kick you in the left calf
I ain't a joke, no joke, buddy don't laugh
I'm serious, my intention is to overthrow
The rap government from Crenshaw to Tupelo
It's like a bug always ticking in my mind
It's telling me, "Buddy, it's time." F the BS
F the BS
F the BS
Look here, sucker
This is my program
I'm about to throw down and take over the rap land
You know what I'm saying?
Something different, something new, ain't none
Of that same old stuff we hear on your stereo
You know what I'm saying?
You know who I am
Check me out
F the BS, sucker
Yeah
F the BS
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