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Rock on
That's classic
Ding-a-ding, ding-ding-ding-ding
So damn tough
Rock on, you're acknowledging my song
Bring my posse along to the party, the danger zone
From the heart is in effect, so I say buddy, study
Think and learn, dig the move we made
Stunning those who just can't behave
Discipline, there's a hint
A clue from the crew and 2 Dope
All up in you with the formula
Coming from me 'cause no one told ya
Of a logo, a theory, a saying
This ain't no joke, Jimmy, I ain't playing
I'm hardcore, straight up raw
I'm the overlord, eyes gone, clocking
But no, as if you didn't know
Fronting on the scene when it's time to go
Asking for a number from any member
Of the Tuff Crew the band, remember?
Jocking on my tip or was tipping my shoulder
I'll be a soldier, a steamroller
Smashing those who stand in my path
Counting 'em down, like that
Planning, mapping, rapping 'em down
From my part of town, yup
Yes, we're back, another verse of rap
Another tune, a bar, a star
Yo, the pack is illing, chilling, billing, willing
To show shot, clock, and rock to the point of no return
Or to the point of madness and burn
Suckers I call suckers or a new jack
In case you never knew that, the crew is back
Check out the scenery, Jim
You're not the future, you're history
You tried to compete and bust my groove
But when it came to battle, where the fuck were you?
Hardcore on wax and I sell it
That's how we roll, so that's how I tell it
Call it dope or call it what you want
But the fact remains we're getting paid up front
Tax-free money in my pocket
Trimmed from the ladies 'cause I know they jock it
Superior on the mic where needed
Surprise call, cycle's completed
Facts I gather, positioning stronger
Remain alert just a little bit longer
As I pound you down with the funky sound
From my part of town, yup
Spending dough, wasting time
On a so-called rhyme of a so-called rapper with a so-called beat
All that shit is weak
Now I keep my stand, yo, tell me, man
I can't understand this 2M
What we coming to, what is wrong with you?
What you trying to do?
Yo, once again, the judge with the grudge
The jury with fury to stomp on your mug
Yes, of course I rap 'cause you tape
Make no mistake, called you a fake
B.S. walking, money is talking
I retaliate, but wait
For the beat to come back in
Stop slacking off 'cause I'm packing, Jim
Gloves, jams, name 'em all
We bring down the walls
Down with my boys 'cause I gotta be down
From my part of town, yup
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