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Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin' goin' on
A lot of judgment gettin' passed
Niggaz don't even know what the fuck their talkin' 'bout
I go by the name of Loon
And I represent this bad boy shit
'Til the motherfuckin' casket drop
Damn right, uh, aiyo, aiyo
Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste
In case niggaz suffer the worst case
Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase
I started "Harlem World" in the first place
Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window
Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo
'Cause that's how friends go
But niggaz tryna get they ends yo
Forget about the nigga that lent yo
Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla 'cause your ends low
But look at how far your friends go

Killer is doin' it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin' it
Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin' it
Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust
That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us
Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust
These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus
(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon
I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat
'Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack
Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back
Ride around with my shit in my lap
The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped
I don't get down with you niggaz like that
So all that yikkety yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack
Make it hard for you niggaz that rap
'Cause when you gotta pick up the slack
Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque
You ain't think my flow could pick up like that
The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin' hit with a bat
One swing'll bring your shit to your lap
And make you shit in your slacks
Your body shape forever zip and your trapped
Let me tell you about the difference in rap
And the difference is street, niggaz that creep
Bust your shit with the heat
If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet
I'm knockin' 'em off their feet
Snatchin' his bitch and ridin' off with his jeep
(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon
Uh, yeah, aiyo you frontin' like you seen stacks
Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back
Hey, yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back
Now how you come with your guns and your ones
And your sons like you squeeze gats
Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that
That's why you ride with your seat back
Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through
Ya motherfuckin' chest with they rifle, niggaz livin' trifle
And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you
Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do
Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude
Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you
Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin' on ass cap
When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat, tat
(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon
(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's
(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon

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Puddle of Mudd is an American post-grunge band. They achieved success on rock radio and some success in the mainstream, and their major-label debut Come Clean has sold over 5 million copies. To date the band has sold over 7 million albums, and have had a string of #1 mainstream rock singles in the United States. The original incarnation of this band was formed in 1992 in Kansas City, Missouri. In their hometown, they released their debut album "Stuck" in 1993, followed by "Abrasive" in 1996, to little commercial success. Following the break-up of this intial setup, a new version of the band was formed in Los Angeles by vocalist Wes Scantlin.

Wes Scantlin was born in St. Joseph, Missouri. Raised in Kansas City, he attended Park Hill High School. After high school, he started the creation of Puddle of Mudd, now now famous for songs such as "Control", "She Hates Me", and "Blurry". Scantlin got his start in the music business after a copy of his demo was given to a friend producer by the name of Fred Durst. Durst enjoyed the demo, but Wes neglected to take any major steps forward with the band. Later, upon hearing that Scantlin's first attempt at a band had failed, Durst decided to bring Scatlin to California in an attempt to put a new band together.

In California Scantlin met Doug Ardito, an intern at Interscope Records. When Scantlin found out about Ardito's bass playing, they decided to work together. Still in pursuit of a guitarist, Fred Durst contacted a guitarist from his hometown of Jacksonville, Florida, Paul Phillips. Phillips auditioned for the spot in Puddle of Mudd, and upon acceptance, left college to join the band full time. A drummer was also recruited from Jacksonville, however, via creative differences, left the band before it achieved any mainstream media attention.

The name of the band was inspired by the Missouri River flood, where the band in its early days performed and practiced. The large amount of pressure from the equipment left the floor a big "puddle of mud."

Puddle of Mudd is signed to Fred Durst's record label, Flawless Records.

In 2005 two members, Paul Phillips and Greg Upchurch, left the band. Greg currently drums for 3 Doors Down while Paul, now playing in Society Red, left citing creative and personal differences.

Their song "Control" was the official theme song of WWE's Survivor Series pay-per-view event in November 2001, and their song "Nothing Left To Lose" was the official theme song of WWE's Royal Rumble pay-per-view event in January 2004.

Their second album, "Come Clean" spawned 4 hits in 2003 and has sold 5 million albums to date. Their follow up, "Life On Display" spawned 1 hit single and sold 600,000 albums. In 2007, the band released "Famous", which takes a general rock as well as "nu-grunge" approach.

The band is currently working on a live album that is slated for release in 2008.
They have released their fourth album "Songs in the Key of Love and Hate"

Current members of the band include :
Wes Scantlin : Vocal, Rythmn.
Doug Ardito : Backing Vocals, Bass.
Paul Phillips: Lead Guitar
Ryan Yerdon: Drums

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