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Uh huh Bring it back baby Feel me on this... [Verse One] I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah) I bring it ruff when I be rockin' Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right) Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy I got a appetite for the mic Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me) I hate a biter laying in the cut Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this) I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs Niggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas I said I'm so ill Deaf niggas be dancin to my jams still I spit shit dead niggas could feel Stay in my zone to keep shit sellin Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin You wanna know if a nigga is real Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes Letras de cancionesIf he tell you that he got a peal So you can read em like that That niggas not a dawg he's a mutherfuckin cat [Chorus: x2] It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigga Or you might get your fakin ass shot my nigga [Verse 2] Check it out... To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on Like night time being around before morn' (check it out) I rock on my own label just like The Artist Without the high heel boots and no I'm not a loud guitarist Bitches enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em shit Niggas be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts You can't get a bitch if your broke Blow you niggas out like smoke Everybody wanna rhyme Is it for the love or the dimes (shit) I know a nigga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets And stop loopin up niggas beats I'm sarcastic, shit I might spit But don't mind me I'm just another MC The only difference is i scrap for mines And don't ride another nigga's lap for mines It's about beats and rhymes You niggas better get it together Before I bring it to you nigga, whatever [Chorus] [Verse Three] Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot I be to rap what clip be to glock Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws Niggas are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top - Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass niggas with hope Got niggas in the audience sick offa bad dope You niggas need Beatminerz So you can stop serving up layin ass beats like the Greek diner Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic Idiotic, niggas bout it bout it I got history, B I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P. The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet Niggas be screamin that they real Yeah, real bitch, real soft, like you smooth off I like big butt bitches and hot cars And never have ta give a bitch a diamond Cause I'm nice with my rhymin' Thug niggas in the house Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his fuckin ass out [Chorus] [During Final Chorus] Real niggaz This goes out to My niggas Gang Starr My niggas Beatminerz For my niggas M.O.P. Check it out Whaddup Kurupt Mob For underground Niggas Philly From Letras Mania