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[Chorus: x2] [Crowd] Talk that shit now! [Kangol Slim] The U is for Unknown! [C] Talk that shit now! [KS] The N is for Nothing! [C] Talk that shit now! [KS] The L is for Lowlife! [C] Talk that shit now! [KS] The V is for Virgins! [First Verse: Kangol Slim + Misdemeanor] [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? [Kangol Slim] I like room and shit [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? [Kangol Slim] Man I smoke rocks in clips [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? Letras de canciones [Kangol Slim] Man I'm a clucka bitch, Meanor pop that bitch, ask him to suck your dick [Misdemeanor] Well Tec-9 get'cha wave back boy, you look bad Do yourself a favor, and hit the rehab It's a shame that you rap, and still gotta rob [Strange Voice] Ay yo, peel yourself off, we might give you a job [Misdemeanor] Ol' clucka muthafucka, been said it ass sucka Probably burnt your lady fuckin' junkies with a rubber Boy where your son at? Pussy ass Ya Fat Still smokin' crack? Hope you got your mind back Tryin' to diss my nigga Third, jockin' his ex All in her face, trickin' off your crazy check You'z a hoe, I know you know, let your colors show Or should I beat that up like Glenn beat you after four? Well beep beep beep, there goes that little red elite We used to play schoolers back in elementary Yella Boy back at Eastern, you used to be a dancer But now in '94 I guess them golds make you gangsta First the Eddie Bow then you tried the Hike I guess you caught a flat on that little red bike 'Cise break it down, yeah we bout to act a fool Won't you bring that fuckin' track to that fuckin' old school? [Chorus] [Second Verse: Kangol Slim+Prime Time] [Kangol Slim] Well if I never knew a clucker now I know one Got a couple of grams, Tec-9 you wanna score one? Niggas always tryin' diss, but you know you lookin' pissed You done made my hit list, you baboon lookin' bitch Never take shit from a busta Never take shit from a clucker You tried to diss my clique? You'z a stupid muthafucka Went on to bite my style Give us a towel Make my Uncle know that you dropped a diss, but it's too late You shouldn't put out another tape You say you fucked my boy ol' lady Then I find out much later that she had your baby Now I know it may seem a lil' crazy But is that really his baby? Nigga Maybe Nigga it's Drama Time, watch yo back Get your gat Before I hit your ass, I'm talkin' to the nigga named Ya-Fat Fuck the UNLV, I'm down with PNC And I roll with them niggas off that C.A.B My nigga, Eazy-E, look here and Cat Daddy And can't forget about the Big Money and G-Money Yep I'm comin' for your ass so it's best you wear your vest I forgot this bird than flew the Cuckoo's nest Always wanna use a gun, lookin' like Fat Albert's son You better run cuz muthafucka here I come That's a lil' coward ass Yella Boy That's a lil' coward ass Yella Boy That's a lil' coward ass Yella Boy That's a lil' coward ass Yella Boy [Prime Time] I biggedy bounce just like Slim Don't give me that foolish like Pimp I ask them hoes like three nine I'm paid in full like Rakim I'm knockin' 'em out like E-A-B Don't love them hoes like P-N-C I'm down with Bust down, and got beef like Sporty T Like I told you before, in the deep N.O. I'm Prime Time and I'll break you off, and that's somethin' I know fa sho So come your back blown out if you fuckin' wanna Fuck with P-N-C I'll put your ass up in a corner [Strange Voice] Oh it's a Big Boy thang A power move swang Don't fuck with our boys cuz you know you can't hang It's a Big Boy thang A power move swang Y'all busta ass niggas can't hang [Prime Time] I'll take you bitch off the map When it's time to strap, bust a cap That fake ass track, and that fake ass rap Get off the map To that bitch Ya-Fat, I'ma make you go get'cha gat I heard you mouthin' off track Don't take no time to get smacked And to that bitch Tec-9, you must don't mind dyin' Fuckin' with Prime, wrong nigga, you better be packin' that iron Save the pussy for last, Yella boy you gettin' dissed Tryin' to rep on the Prime, you albino lookin' bitch And with that fake ass Eddie Bow, shit is played out of style I'ma make you worth your while, with a big ass smile You round here reppin' and stuntin' talkin' bout y'all about it Tryin' to diss PNC, Misdemeanor I doubt it From a studio prankster to your label's obsessive gangster Fuck around and I'll stank ya, might as well spank ya [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania