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(feat. Block McCloud) [Dr. Ama:] Bredren, let's play to win or don't play at all Hustle hard ya'll cause welfare don't pay it all Doc Ama, stay on call to brawl Frauds lift at the applause, sell leads over wars Show that rage on stage when asked to engage They bitch made, stay with shit in they drawers Ya'll clowns funny like MadTV, cop the bootleg of your sad CD But what really sad is me M.C.'s ain't M.C.'s no more, and hip hop Turned into a two dollar whore And New York niggas trying to be coutry to score I'm here at the industry door with the four to wage war Would love to sign a deal with Def Jam, but what's left, fam? Can't quit, promote my own shit til nothing left, fam Walk my own to the bone, that's how it's going down here Two MC's, don't clown here, don't come around here [Chorus: Dr. Ama (girl)] 50 Cent's the hardest? Come on (be serious) Ludacris the livest? Come on (be serious) Lil' Wayne, be serious South run hip hop? You can't be serious Letras de canciones[Block McCloud:] Be the worse to wear it, and the church won't care Search and find ya body in the dirt somewhere Let the darkness begin, my style harvest where the sharks grin Sharpshooting time marksman Find your hollow carcass in the park, pigeons Starving each your armpits, maggots part ya lips To partition your skin, scars and digits, hard decisions Fucking with my squad or live it You artificial niggas, the target is you, play my bottom issue Desert eagle miss and marks your tissue Gotta kiss you, mwuah, Satan's gonna spit on you You a joke to him cause son's done little you And slug something pitiful, put the hit on you That's how I make hits, my tongue shapeshift to make the snakes hiss [Chorus] [Dr. Ama:] You not the man-man, crush your life in the palm of my hand, man We grand stand, out to stick up bitch, then escape in the van, man You'se a fraud, even your broad like Ama you can-can Bang the gooshy, she ready to push you out the plan, man Doc a/k/a the Sandman, put clowns to sleep with the blam blam The hammer pop, put dots in your Trans Am Go head flap ya gums, must of forgot we got guns Snitch home, blocks is hot for putting work with the black one I'm nice, B, even your favorite MC recite me A hype V, grapple the mic device ignite excitedly You don't excite me, who give a fuck if you icey With the poker, poke holes in you like the IV I'm sheisty, with the moca blow holes in your white tee Quick to stroke ya, fill up the holes in your wifey Play the strip nightly, S.I.C., the night breed The mic fiend, peace to the God Rakim and Prince Rakeem [Chorus] From Letras Mania