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Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from

Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some

But that pop is non cypher no can do

And if you think I'm a **** then ask the other crew

And I proceed to let you know exactly how to flow

I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe

Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her

Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her

Don't be bitter I hear that honey resembles a critter

I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter

But back to the subject you can't catch wreck

You must get respect to earn respect

Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks

You're full of jokes but you your name ain't flex

I got the riches the *****es I'm large like a Huxtable

You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable

Yeah I'm tellin' you G to back up off me

I'm not a mad cohort but I'm not Mr Softee

Rappin' is an art coming straight from the heart

So forget the chart because the action can start

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[The Notorious B.I.G verse]

When it comes to ***, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila

Honey's call me Bigga, the condom filler

Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff ****

Biggie squeeze it to make **** fit, now check this ****

I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder

You know the ep along by James Todd

Smith I get swift with the lyrical gift

Hit you with the ****, make your kidneys shift

Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino

I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow

So recognize the **** size in these Karl Kani jeans

I'm in thirteens, know what I mean

I **** around and hit you with the Hennessey ****

Mess around and go blind, don't get to see ****

The next batter, here to shatter your bladder

It doesn't matter skinny or fat or

Boy skinned or black, baby I drop these

Boricua mommies screamin' "Aiy papi"

I love it when they call me Big Poppa

I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa

Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow

**** Tae Kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'

For ****** gettin' mad 'cause they ***** chose me

A big black ************ with G ya see

All I do is separate the game from the truth

Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia

Gettin' physical like Olivia Newton

Tricks suck my clique **** all day with no trivia

So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of ****

I'm guaranteed to **** her till her nose bleed

Even if your new man's a certified mack

You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back

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[Phife Dawg verse]

Where ya at To all my peoples with the funk

I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk

Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers

****** step up it's the lyrical worker

The poems that I create ain't in paper back books

The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks

My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books

I'm not the one to front on so suboops-suboops

Yo I gets the pickens I'm such a damn ****ens

If you step to this then the plot just thickens

I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog

To me your just another MC on the log

A link on the chain fluid on the brain

I boast of hype lyrics and yours are mardane

See I can't maintain especially if you come back

I'm the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that

I can also do your girl so leave the hoe at home

Cuz when I get done I'll have her strung on bones

It's the no-joke pressure that elevates my mind

Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme

My title is locked the Abstract poetic

I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic

So smooth and debonair especially for the ear

Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear

That I will rock rock rock