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Word up, Doo Wop live, '97 Non Phixion revolutionaries, [?]no medic'll agree[?] For original rights, time and place, earth or space 2004, we at war Oppressed verse the oppressor, recognized word up Respect Doo Wop, counteractin the revolution [Chorus: x2] We do drugs, Uncle Howie 'til we die So long as we alive keep it movin like a driveby We can stack dough sky high Listen one to five, 89 tec 9, it's all live [Verse One] Yeah yeah I shot Reagan, plus I shot Nixon, Non Phixion Fuck up competition like nine-car collision Now your arm's missing, you look like the drummer from Def Leppard The walkin talkin death weapon, I jump into [?] Peace to the X-Men, 89 tec motherfuckin 9 I wrote a hundred fuckin rhymes about these troubled times, fuck up your head like when your mother dies Non Phixion, Lord Sear, Cucumber Slice! [Verse Two] The quartet, drop you at your parent's doorstep It's G-13 and Mr. Goretex, government issue Letras de cancionesRun in your chick, Israeli pistols, I'm here to diss you All them rhymes that you spit on your shit don't really fit you Non Phixion, we move like rock stars, we burnin cop cars Dust cigars, try to top ours, Howie he got charged Runnin a label, I twist tits like twin driedels I'm takin the stage, pissed the fuck off between cables [Verse Three] I spit with confidant, zero tolerance, splashin continents Future escapades, torch the bible dominant Prominent, loose at your barricade, crash your masquerade Rip your mask off, make you wish you never stayed You fuckin bitch, I make your fuckin moms between her tits You paganist, rockin Avirex, suckin dick and smokin dips KCR, Lord Sear, plus Bobbito, Garcia Non Phixion and we the fuck up outta here! From Letras Mania