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Oh, My Goodness!

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Yeah, this the build up, oh no, you knew we was coming back

But you ain't know we was coming back like this

C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll

Yeah, uh huh, Keith Murray, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad

Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, Def Squad gonna make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ahI come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland

The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute

I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof

Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suitYou a small side order of apple cider

I'm a three hots in a cot dungeon rider

My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam

And incorporate murda like GottiHow about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld

Chew you like little neck clams on half shells

I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill

Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at willAnd the time has come and your shit is sour

You need to turn your flow up an hour

Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa Tower

With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold showerYo we got the shit on lock, uh huh

Come through and blast the spot, yeah man

And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record

Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir

If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me

And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine

Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the check

And if you in the house then protect your neck

I'm 'Mister see you anywhere it's gon' be a showdown'

So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'roundCause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when

Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win

Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win

Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swimWait a minute, homie you don't really know me, homie

I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat

With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance

I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent, impetuousI rock like an archaeologist

Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist

I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous

Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my goodnessYo we got the shit on lock, uh huh

Come through and blast the spot, yeah man

And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record

Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir

If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me

And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine

Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh

Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

Oh, my goodness

Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

Oh, my goodnessAnd you in line motherfucker like them people in court

So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork

I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels

Come through and bless your whole crew like achooBut some still wanna holla, pop they collar

Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor

Linguist, lyricist out for chips like Estrada

Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nadaWith this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy

It's a full moon and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy

Yeah, I've been hated on, you probably heard it

And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved itAnd I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood

Still tee'ing off for a long green like Tiger Woods

I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot

So ya'll go back up in the vocal boxYo we got the shit on lock, uh huh

Come through and blast the spot, yeah man

And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record

Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"And my folks if you with me, where you at? Yes sir

If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me

And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine

Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my goodness

Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah

Oh, my goodnessYo, what up this is DJ Already Dead

This going down, you know who that is

That's Keith Murray in your ass

Nigga like a hemorrhoidIt's going down, all you young ass niggas

Understand this these are classics

I don't care how much money you give to the radio station

You ain't never gonna be this hot, oh, my goodness

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