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My Zone

Yo, its on

Niggaz, niggaz

Crackers, crackers

Niggaz, niggazYo Jo, Jo

This is a test of the emergency smokecast system

This, this is a test

This, this, this is a test of the emergency smokecast systemYo, yo, yo

Funk doc is on a world tear jumpin' thirteen thousand feet

Out of plane in the air like where!

The next ghetto I'm gonna run

I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talk a sign language, there go, sonWalls start to bleedin' when my jaws is leakin'

Doc, do two hundred first week, your label call a meeting

Yea, I'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building

Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling, snatch the coke, kidnap the childrenDon't start lying about your tire being flat or catching a allergy attack

When I axe the battle, when the bat

Saddling them ho's like yeehaw

Bitch, enjoy the tour when you're fuckin' the doc, five o'clock free rideAmbulance too late for them, these paper thin niggaz

Robbin' at the ATM with a staple gun

I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler

You rap scholars do the knowledge

You won't make it through to collegeBe the R I C K

Never wore those, my lyrics to the mic

Is like my hormones to pornos

Bitches keep the door closedMothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on

Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on

Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's on

Mothafuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome, an' I'm like, yo it's onAiyo, who fuckin' with us

We bustin' your gut with lyrics

You either feel it or fear it

And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez

I'm heartless with these, you ready, cock it and squeezeWith precise precision you better listen

Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision

Talk slick and be laid out in chalk

I still stay out in Nork and blaze my way to court

So nigga fuck what you thoughtYo, I'm straight

Yo, I'm straightThis is DJ, say what

Let the monkeys out or we ain't spankin' it

Or W, fuck all your radio

You want the fuck, ass cold for temperatures

To be in a low thirties tonight

So break out the switch in this, in the heni

And listen for the summer to win tickets to the

Def Jam's beat the nigga asshole

The number to call in is 1-800-haul ass

That's 1-800-HAUL ASS

Now, check out another cuck

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