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[Mastamind] Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues Must you come to us to put you down thunderous 3 niggaz with mics, comin' like there's round a hundred of us Comin' like some out the jungle motherfuckers Some niggaz come up on the suckers and suckers go to the gutter What you livin' for? You ready to ride to the end of the road And get wicked for show let me know when you're visit to go Here's the info, peep the game play now feel the tempo Now can you smoke on this while takin' it in slow I'll rot you with the proper procedure Runnin' through this game without a breather, wide receiver Tryin' to come up on 7, figures that is The harder you put your shit down the bigger it is This has been a demonstration for Natas Standing like a monument until the nation proper celebration We gonna toast to we the champions For now every fuckin' murder rider needs an anthem [CHORUS] Hit you with the football and blow out your brains rushin' "Oh my God" [Esham] I'ma hike it, whether you like it or not Don't get excited, I'm here to ingnite your bloodclot The blazin' hot, knockin' out your spot Forget me not, 'cause I pop and never drop the fuckin' rock I wanna rumble, motherfucker I ain't mumble And I never fumble in the jungle with the bundle Touchdown in your zone, this you can't believe


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