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Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhh
ho!
Ho!
Ho!
Ho!
Ho!
It's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
Nas
Street's
disciple,
my
raps
are
trifle
I
shoot
slugs
from
my
brain
just
like
a
rifle
Stampede
the
stage
I
leave
the
microphone
split
Play
Mr.
Tuffy
while
I'm
on
some
Pretty
Tone
shit
Verbal
assassin
my
architect
pleases
When
I
was
twelve
I
went
to
hell
for
snuffin
Jesus
Nasty
Nas
is
a
rebel
to
America
Police
murderer,
I'm
causin
hysteria
My
troops
roll
up
with
a
strange
force
I
was
trapped
in
a
cage
and
let
out
by
the
Main
Source
Swimmin
in
women
like
a
lifeguard
Put
on
a
bulletproof,
nigga,
I
strike
hard
Kidnap
the
President's
wife
without
a
plan
And
hangin
niggaz
like
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
I
melt
mics
till
the
sound
waves
over
Before
steppin
to
me
you'd
rather
step
to
Jehovah
Slammin
MC's
on
cement
Cause
verbally,
I'm
iller
than
a
AIDS
patient
I
move
swift
and
uplift
Your
mind
shoot
the
gift
when
I
riff
in
rhyme
Rappin
sniper,
speakin
real
words
My
thoughts
react,
like
Steven
Spielberg's
Poetry
attacks,
paragraphs
punch
hard
My
brain
is
insane,
I'm
out
to
lunch
God
Science
is
dropped,
my
raps
are
toxic
My
voicebox
locks
and
excels
like
a
rocket
Aiyyo
it's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
Fatal
Fatal
is
merciful
and
they
curse
me
When
I
grip
the
mic
I
show
no
mercy
I
got
heart,
I
rip
the
party
apart
From
the
seams
and
hem'up
like
bell-bottom
jeans
But
you
get
done,
you
get
blues
like
501
Brothers
are
live
but
I
betcha
I'm
liver
son
So
let
me
get
upon
the
scene
and
redeem
The
dream
of
a
team,
and
knock'em
out
like
Mitch
Green
Smoke
some
thai
weed,
flow
at
a
high
speed
Rap
on
off
breaks
stompin'
like
Northlakes
Cause
I'm
livin
larger
than
the
founders
of
Fendi
An
Asiatic
brother
that
many
rappers
envy
So
round
up
your
crew
and
entourage
And
let
the
God
Merciful
just
take
charge
Aiyyo,
it's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
Akinyele
Some
of
them
said
(said
what?)
that
the
Ak
should
quit
But
I
don't
sweat
it,
cause
I'm
too
big
for
that
small
shit
Like
pigs
when
it
comes
to
a
showdown
Huff
and
puff
but
the
Ak
won't
get
blown
down
Cause
I
come
strong,
rather
than
come
at
all
and
not
be
ready
That's
what
seperates
me
from
the
petty
MC's
gas
themselves
by
drinking
too
much
getty
And
get
torn
the
fuck
up
like
confetti
I'm
rich
and
thick,
your
lyrics
like
Aunt
jemimah
It
doesn't
take
Keenan
Ivory
Wayans
to
know
that
I'ma
Get
You
Sucka,
if
you
bite
like
a
piranha
So
save
them
preschool
rhymes
for
the
kids
at
Wonderama
Point
blank,
period,
with
no
comma
Rhymes
so
dangerous,
call
for
the
homi-
Cide
cause
I
knock'em
dead
even
when
I'm
at
my
worst
The
only
future
that
lies
ahead
of
them
is
the
lights
from
the
hearse
Got
game
like
a
crackhead
But
don't
be
mislead,
I
keep
rappers
on
lock
like
a
dread
Knots
in
the
head
from
the
words
that
I
said
So
get
a
shovel
and
dig
your
grave
cause
the
shit
you
talk
is
dead
Aiyyo,
it's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
Large
Professor
I
grab
up
girls
like
jacks
Add'em
on
like
tax,
and
I'm
over
like
Hot
Trax
As
far
as
brothers
are
concerned
a
pressure
cooker
from
start
To
finish
I
diminish
like
a
cuisinart
Secondly,
I'm
sick
of
critics,
who's
neckin'
me
(Oooh
he
got
an
afro)
yo,
but
I
get
dough
Why's
my
name
the
Large
Professor?
Cause
I
milked
your
cow
in
other
words
I
hit
your
heffer
Don't
talk
about
how
you
can
break
Rambo
That's
just
a
bunch
of
mamba-ja-hambo
Propaganda,
save
it
for
Savanda
Joe
and
Amanda,
Zach
and
Alexandra
Don't
let
the
folks
around
your
way
puff
your
head
Cause
you'll
be
the
owner
of
a
hospital
bed
I'll
kick
fire
out
your
ass
so
fast
You'll
be
as
crispy
as
my
man
Bill
Blass
Aiyyo,
it's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
It's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
It's
like
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
That
y'all
(that
y'all),
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
And
that's
all!
It's
like
Like
that
y'all
(that
y'all),
like
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
Like
that
y'all
(that
y'all),
like
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
Like
that
y'all
(that
y'all),
like
that
y'all
(that
y'all)
Yo,
and
that's
all!
1 Snake Eyes
2 Just Hangin' Out
3 Looking At The Front Door
4 Large Professor
5 Just A Friendly Game of Baseball
6 Scratch & Kut
7 Peace Is Not The Word To Play
8 Vamos A Rapiar
9 He Got So Much Soul (He Don't Need No Music)
10 Live At The Barbeque
11 Watch Roger Do His Thing
12 Just A Friendly Game Of Baseball (Bonus Version)
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