| Peep the weak, greet the beast with cheap sticks & feet sweeps
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| I hated gas, but I freak, cause I got beef with white sheets
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| I’m leaving school styles lumpy, plus I won’t break the humpty dumpty but I
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| keep the hoochie coochies comfy
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| I hear a honeycomb hideout, slide’s out
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| So honies you can come where all the hair hides out
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| I pray for the chump that bumps me or plays me like a punk
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| So jump, jump if you want me
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| It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas
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| It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas
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| It’s another number one, Da funky Youngstas
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| Cause we go flip, flap, flip, flap, fast or slow
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| In front me, jump me like that
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| Ain’t funky was for a fact
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| Pick the stick, I’m the camel with four backs
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| But you can’t break the back, it's a strong cow
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| Plus I bet you didn’t know that yo, we drinking milk now
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| Walk the walk, talk the talk, chalk I stalk
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| Like a hawk, when I break your whole walk, when your foot gets caught
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| Cause we ain’t rip the bull shot
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| Hit you with the full shot
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| Booyakas heard when we pull props
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| Who’s hot, bring what’s hip-hop, I say
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| Ain’t no flowing ho-hooray
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| Cause we can get done
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| Here’s another from Da Youngstas
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| The mother number funky substance
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| Straight from illy Philly funkstas
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| On a deal with it
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| Only if you want the rough, the whole funk
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| The stuff, with the trunk if you can’t freak the funky front
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| But don’t fake the moves, shake the moves
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| Cause if ain’t paid your dues, then my neighbor crew’ll spray your crew
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| And I ain’t even saving you
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| I be a part of the slaughter that makes it harder for your squad to move
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| Now what the hell you trying to prove
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| You bore me, till my styles’ll have your DJ dancing for me
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| Glory, halleluah
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| My style’ll do ya
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| And we run through ya like we ain’t knew ya
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| Da Youngsta will pump ya
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| Funkin & dump in your dreads, the styles of lead from the headhunter
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| 8, 12 and 20 bars, I’m fully on the money pile
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| Mic styles charge cause I pull their card
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| And we can kick the flow for the young bros
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| The short bros, home bros, that’s looking for the old gold
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| A lotta rhymes, I never mind, that was kind
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| It was cool, but now they sound fool, so I say never mind
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| You’ll always stay a style behind my rhyme
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| And you’re getting dropped
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| When the crewz pops to the hip hop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop
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| Crewz pop, it’s the hip-hop, pop pop |