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sh*t
Word, I'll bust that n***a ass right now
Ain't no– none of them n***as can't f**k with me
What? n***a, you could never f**k with me, my n***a
I'll f**k you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherf**king ass, boy
I ain't no motherf**king joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that n***a ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll f**k you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', f**k him

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a n***a go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh*t
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
n***as catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f**k around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f**k it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherf**king profile
Give me my f**king sh*t, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, n***as be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole f**king lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your f**king ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a n***a who couldn't figure
Yo, by a n***a who couldn't figure
Yo, by a n***a who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f**king gun trigger, I said "Get the f**k outta here"
n***a wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, f**k that n***a's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
n***a, get up, act like a pig, try to hog sh*t
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my n***a, you can suck my d**k
If you wanna step to my motherf**king rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**king hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)

Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)
Shame on you when you step through to (My n***a)
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo

What? My n***a
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My n***a

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