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Yo, you wanna rumble with the group, huh?
We take a shit on the whole industry
Yo, who floss more L's than Groove?
Rock with more styles than Groove?
Who's the only one to make the whole nation move?
Runnin' up on sucka's sets like we pay the bills
Make a fret the situation hot to death for real
I lace your fans with the freshest style
Hit your crew like a bomber
If you wanna test the group, it's hotter
I'm on the block with fundamentals
A deadly pencil, a piece of paper, a decent cable
Just the bare essentials
Mentals compatible with the radicals
My odyssey type qualities allow me to party with animals
Brothers are cannibals and the ghetto's a jungle
Where you either peddle your bundles
Or struggle to live civil and humble
The group'll rumble with any band, word, from any land
Try to imagine they can take us but they really can't
Brothers'll slice you and dice you into a thousand pieces
Pound the ground and ship that ass uptown
I been to Boogie Down before Lee jeans
And crack fiends surrounded in CREAM
Like flowers in spring but now I'm a king
Comin' into money, all the honeys
Used to see me bum because the times was really crummy
But now we livin' lovely and they feel Gel's curse
Wanna piece of Shooty's group now?
I'd rather see y'all in hell first
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
Yo, yo, keep the lights, keep the camera
All I want is the action
A battle zone where I roam in competition
A hardcore crowd waiting to see if I break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
Whatever happened, I'm on balance like a Libra
And if I get murdered, don't cry for me, Argentina
Pour me a cup of vodka, bury me next to my father
In three days, I rise like Christ and still sober
Now my eyes open, in my hands, I got the Gatling
I'm looking for the God that sent me to say hi to Satan
Fist of fury, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I turn Mister Rogers' Neighborhood topsy-turvy
Face and wannabes, we did the same in the dictionary
The same Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War 1 and 2 is dead
You don't want a third war, that's lyrical warfare
So c'est la, with a stash and making fast
Illegal money turns legal, now we runnin' the laundromat
You hunchback with rap racks, you packed in your backpack
You're better off in D.C. with the mayor smokin' crack
Yo, this ain't a diss, Caesar love bomb threats
Run out of your building or get blast in your Guess
Tech for tech or we can go tech for tech
Oh, I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow!
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero
I'm celebrating, uh, yo, what's the dealio?
I'm Uptown, makin' movies like Castro
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