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Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92 Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying? I'm gonna do this Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) [x4] I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nine Microphone check 1, 2, yeah it's showtime I gain fame when I entertain and make shit plain Blowing motherfuckers out the frame Cause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock me Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger And when you hear me don't compare me to them other niggas And fuck the heresay Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs And brothers that's trash I crush 'em fast Straight up and down, fuck around and I'll bust that ass Word, I serve opponents to the curb I let you know I'm not the motherfucking herb And if you thought I was well you figured wrong Some brothers think they can hang, but what them motherfucking niggas on? Run son, I ain't the one bum, so dial 9-1-1 If you thought you was a motherfucking dum dum Stand back, cause I drop knowledge, son Letras de cancionesI school more niggas than a fucking Negro College fund Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) [x4] One two yeah, and let's flip Suckers better skip town cause I'm a kick some shit now The style they hope to get, they can't cope with this That's why they playing the back, taking notes and shit They got problems just flipping poems So whatever they smoking they'd better leave that shit alone And y'all want to play hardball talking about Tearing shit up, man you couldn't rip a cardboard So don't sleep cause I'm a young fella When I rain on that ass you'll need more than an umbrella I'm no joke on a rap tip I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be sitting on my lap, shit I'm cooler than Superfly I still get the girls without a motherfucking suit and tie I keep a hoodie and a low one Who's down with OPP? Yeah, I see you when my show's done Mess around, I flip your frown You suckers better step, but young ladies just stick around Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) [x2] It's like that y'all, and I'm a keep flowing So Showbiz keep the motherfucking beat going Cause I'm a keep doing my thang I'm straight making papes so everything's Kool & the Gang I'm all about cash and females with bad figures I don't have the time to be dealing with them crab niggas And speaking on who's bad I've been a bad motherfucker since niggas was wearing doo rags It ain't no puzz or a riddle, see Motherfuckers trying to hang but they belong in the little leagues Talking bout they can rag Finesse Shit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cess Wrapped up in bamboo paper Cause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new flavor I can drive any child crazy And why don't I dance? Cause that's not my style, baby Girls claim I don't excite them If I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be "I like him!" Yeah, that shit is so game You wanna see a nigga dance then watch the motherfucking Soul Train I'm hardcore, I'm not changing or chancing it I'm real ill with skills so fuck all that dancing shit And while I'm hanging niggas up like the Son of Sam Let them other motherfuckers do the Running Man Try and launch, you still couldn't harm this Huh, I'll blow your monkey ass out the contest On video or TV, tour bench or CD LP or EP, them niggas can't see me Yeah, so don't try to get fash, clown As quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass down Trying to hang with the man, maybe one day fool But for now save that praying for Sunday school Cause I'm a meanace that's in this to the finish And if I think I'm all that then that's my motherfucking business I'm about to catch wreck (step to it kid) (Who's the motherfucking man?) Y'all know who it is Set it off troop! Get busy! (With your black ass) [x2] From Letras Mania