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(feat. Masta Ase, Big Daddy Kane, G Rap, Craig G, Daddy S) [Masta Ase] I'm about to run, run a race wit the rhythm If you know the bass steps, dance, do it wit em Gotta clock g's, 'cause the g's worth a thousand When I kick these types of rhymes I'll be housing All I wanna be gonna be big shotties Brothers ain't wit it then I do it for the hotties But I know they wit it 'cause they know I ain't a phony And it feels good like Tony, Toni, Tone And I like to kick a rhyme, rhyme for the people Wanna reach the top, climb, climb to the steeple Top to high, well you best get a ladder Say you're from the slum, well chum it don't matter

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Forget where your from, it's all about where you're going My name is Masta Ase and I don't tip toeing Never saw fall, lose my grip, or take a slip Make a house call, hit a dip and then I skip But not to my Loo, I never play hopscotch Music man baby and the rhymes are top notch Gotta try to uplift, lift the ghetto dweller I try my best to never riff, riff wit a fellow My brother sometimes trys to play it like tennis Dennis, time to pull teeth like a dentist Oh brother, brother, please don't play it The rhyme is prime everytime that I say it Actions in effect, nothing change but the weather Juice crew, nah, but we still rock together Craig G

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(Yo, I believe that's me) Hey yo, Craig G (Yo, I believe that's me) Hey yo, Craig G (Yo man I believe that's me) Kick it 1,2,3 [Craig G] Yo, once again a brother's back to attract many age groups Sporting green and baige boots popping like the hula hoop You step to me and you'll be stepping to a death wish You probably thought I'm soft, of course you never met this I'm not a crazy man, gun token holigan But pass a mic to me and rappers I'll be doing in

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So, yo, hit, slide to the left a bit 'Cause I'm about to blow up in the '90's and I bet you get Jelly and think of trying to do me I work for my spot so don't try to remove me 'Cause I can swing a rap like a batter hits a fast ball Put on my track shoes and run right pass all All the MC's and wannabees Get played like a ?plumbining?, crease in your leaves So next time the wizard gives you soft as a heart Don't step to me because I rip the shit apart Now this ain't Mr. Rogers and I never play pretend So think about it chump if you step to me again Yo Big Daddy (Yo I believe that's me) Hey yo Big Daddy

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(Yo I believe that's me) Big Daddy (Well I guess that's me) 1,2,3 [Big Daddy Kane] Uhn, damn, it's true, I'm living mathematic Asiatic coming up on the microphone just like an addict Make the fit, 100% legit As soon as I hit, oh shit 'Cause I'm gonna make the audience applaud me And support me and award me when they saw me In action wit my softy gin Sharpen than any other instrument

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That archeologist can't find, never known to mankind 'Cause I'm a weird species And all you filthy mcnasty Mc's couldn't even see me You're too fragile to touch this mass style Girls be running up saying, oh, you're too bad child So save your breath and exit stage left But treat before you meet defeat and greet death You any champion that even tries to touch this Won't even get the key that's tied along, it's dubless See, I'm the wrong one to fuk wit Oh you still standing there (Yo, yo, look out duck kid) I'm deathing and bashing crash and smack MC's And enemies wit these 'Cause I make sure everything comes out smooth

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[Lil' Daddy Shane] But you know your little brother must deserve his groove Drop something quick release a rhyme wit quickness To let MC's know about my existence Any Mc to last a minute is pure lucky 'Cause I'm the baddest kid that you seen says ?Chuck? (Well Kool G Rap) (Yo I believe that's me) So G Rap Yo I believe that's me (So Kool G Rap) (Yo, I believe that's me) 1,2,3

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[Kool G Rap] Yo, straight out the muthafuking gutter I open my shutter, the butt ass brothers And rip 'em up like a box cutter You brush up I pull the trigger I figured nobody could digger, Milli Vanilli Ass nigga Prepare for shoot bear, I'm knocking boots daily Fools Irip 'em out of their roots like Alex Haley Here I come straight to the mouth I'm kicking it slick lyrics are harder than a dick inside a ho house Your neighborhood hero's a zero I'm sending muthafukers on a midnight run like DeNiro So here goes a rapper to the baffled Feels still gaffled, pressed up on your Adam's apple

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Reach for the pistol and you're crazy Try to blast and I'll be swinging that ass like Patrick Swayze Said he was frightened when I rock, they came in a flock What is this shit, New Kids on the Cock When I battle, you need a paddle The shit creeps deep, but since you're riding on my dick, you need a saddle No survivors, I spit 'em out just like saliva Well, next stop, hello pop and i'm the driver So faint rappers try to diss, you're a little too proud But niggas on white glows on my shit list Do your ass in like Kennedy's assassin Murder the whole mass and, time to dress passion I float aloft like a sailor, hold you like clothes I got that ass sewned up just like a tailor Kool G Rap, one in a million You're rolling the dice and get sliced the fuked up like a Sicilian A nigga can't do shit for me G Rap and Marly Marl, I'm signing out on the symphony

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