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Chorus: Slam Da duh duh Da duh duh Let the boys be boys Slam Da duh duh Da duh duh Make noise b-boys Fredro: Well it’s another one, in the gutter one Ghetto runnin ‘em, troublesome Extra double dumb I come to beat ‘em, defeat ‘em and mistreat ‘em, so what if that I’m cheatin? Now everybody wanna sound grimey, yeah I know I’ma show ya how, come on, all in together now Yeah oh yeah yeah that’s how it gotta be So stop tryin to be loud as me cause you can’t do that Think about it; playin Russian roulette with an automatic I bet my ass against the line the last bullet’s first on line Stab and step and reppin and run, packin a weapon is wild Peace to the brother’s on Riker’s Isle Tough enough and tremblin, blend in like a chameleon Buck, bye tough guy, oh my god I’m so high Cause they say I rhyme they say I look like a gremlin But what does it take to make a kid make a million children slam? Chorus: Sonsee: I’m the nitty nasty gritty smashin never slow gassin Strictly swift blast of the raspy rasp fashion That I provide, I abide the . Besides the ghetto vibe make me flip like Jekyll and Hyde Of course I come across with the pure for sure unadulterated uncut raw Disgusted, busted, you wanna touch it, too hot You forgot, you’re not ready, your head could get ruptured Hit between the eyes, I plan to vandalize I supply the static I run with the bad guys The villains, crooks, highlighters and the fighters See the big black picture if you look inside of my mind It’s graphic, expressed it drastic So kill the copycat act kid, it’s all mastered Directed it, when ya’ll least expected it And thought it was safe, Onyx hit you in the face so Chorus: Sticky Fingaz: I’m a b-boy standin in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish, my language polluted Onyx is heavyweight and still undisputed You took the words ri
