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(feat. Joe Hooker, Mr. Bristal, Redman) [Lil' Cease] Let the Mony out (yo, yo) Let the Mony out (yo, yo) [Monkey noises] [Redman] Yo, yo, this Funk Doc Straight up, nigga, lay down No time to play now (uh ha) Brace be around your hip from the waist down Keep it calm and don't react Cognac be the Zodiac Lo, we back, cock, so these cats won't relax You see the face through the open mask, body Open gash, hoes throw me cash We gon blow, front row, do tash I'm a what you call a dog *Dog barking* Fucking girls that do hair in mini-malls Lunatic when Doc spit, four patted walls (uh ha) Sick therapy got you back in the raw (uh ha) Cocky mass, I put the axe in the door Massacre, seminars off Branson jars I'll strip your hoe, strip your Benz Even strip that black line on your Master Card Letras de cancionesCard, card, card [Chorus: Joe Hooker] You're 'fraid to say what you mean You're just too scared to say what you feel You're afraid of us You're afraid of us [Mr. Bristal] BK niggas, hold it down correct (uh ha) Been a long time coming, niggas better start running Do more than top-gunning Dumming like a fifty-dollar sum And y'all cowards don't mean nothing (uh huh) Kept it real with this Rap shit while you try to go Pop I got the Maz' flow down on the schemes and plots (uh ha) If I want, nigga, I could come and take your block So call them, the first one to call the cops Like a lesbi, strictly platinum status nigga, let's see I don't wanna test, B, niggas don't impress me Who got you gassed like Ghetty, funny like Eddie? (uh huh) Bris' flow deadly, cuttin' niggas like a machete Done, I die tech when it's indirect (c'mon) The home team woulda never let a nigga disrespect (c'mon) We carry every object, enough ammo to take 'em (uh huh) Any ghetto project, so what nigga wanna test? (aaaahhh!) Wha [Chorus] [Lil' Cease] Yo, yo, ha ha, yo It's the phenomenonal Cease, kill more than cancer Serious, real thug, no dancer (what) More cheese than cameras, cock them hammers (uh) My fo' fo' leave niggas bent like Montana I'm killer than these cats could imagine when I'm rapping (oww) I make it happen when I'm relaxing Who want action? I'ma give you whatcha bargain for It's not friction, it's like fiction Puttin' these cats outta commission Flows that's devastatin', I'm dissin', so listen If it's hot, then get the fuck out the kitchen We All-City, we all-pretty Niggas rather die just to floss wit' me (ha) Keep it real, fuck how niggas feel (feel) Cuz this direct shit gonna get niggas killed Niggas sayin' Cease can't write, Cease can't rob (yo) Little do they know, I'm ahead of my time Future rhymes, what [Chorus: to end] [Lil' Cease] Yo, c'mon Yo, yo, say what Ha ha, yo You afraid You afraid Motherfuckers Yeah, yo Uh huh, uh huh, huh Future sport motherfuckers Buck buck buck buck Huh, ahhhh! Uh huh, c'mon Uh huh, huh Ha ha, ha From Letras Mania