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Big Time

Исполнитель: Ultra (Kool Keith and Tim Dog)

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[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man<br>Yo man, yo B, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off<br><br>[Keith] Shut the fuck up<br>You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin life<br>You don`t any means to make fuckin money<br><br>[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?<br><br>[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker<br>[thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker<br>[Keith] Suck my dick<br>[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker<br>[Keith] You don`t have any fuckin knowledge<br>[thug] Fuck you man, conio man, suck my dick man<br>[Keith] Little Italy ay, you don`t know about the.. real estate man<br>[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do mayn?<br>[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin mayn?<br>[thug] Take this mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}<br>[thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} dead now!<br><br>[Tim Dog]<br>Here we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshit<br>Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?<br>Motherfucker back up, you know whassup<br>Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now shut `em up<br>Mad niggaz wanna have this, murderous status<br>I`m known as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatus<br>The fattest, MC of the era, cause terror<br>Could niggaz fuck with this? Never, but however<br>Many foes try to apprehend, they can`t comprehend<br>Cause when they step to me they don`t win<br>I bend, break MC`s who fake the funk<br>Leavin wack rappers in the back of my truck<br>Then eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia<br>Came out bein that gastric felonious<br>serial killer, that you know, as Kujo<br>Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo<br>"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you can`t get wit me<br>I wanna see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me<br>Bitin, never writin, that`s not excitin<br>I`m invitin, all y`all suckers who like fightin<br>So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your weapon<br>No it`s not rainin but you still gettin wettened<br>Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I`m Randy<br>Niggaz don`t want no beef cause I keep the tec handy<br>Shoot you from your head to your toe<br>You have so many holes in your shit it spells act like you know<br><br>[unknown female MC]<br>Well I thought you knew motherfuckers..<br>Now take a second while I reveal myself into the industry<br>By smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC<br>Clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak<br>As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street<br>Lazy poet and I don`t got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers<br>and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb shit<br>Ooooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the impossible<br>I stand on top of them, no doubt about it, I`m unstoppable<br>Got a train of focus, e`ry track I smoke this<br>Cannabis is nice, six I`m causin a ruckus<br>You can`t fuck with us, known for keepin it true<br>Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?<br>I address, I`m better than fresh<br>Mo` potent than stress, now try to test, nigga!<br><br>[Kool Keith]<br>Yeah fuck y`all motherfuckers who need y`all whole album<br>to prove you got skills, suck this<br><br>I`m makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons<br>My style like Bruce Lee, MC`s walkin into the +Dragon+<br>My bald head super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales<br>Niggaz on a tightrope, they style is off balance<br>Hyper mental like Larry Davis on the instrumental<br>Rappers actin poodle, but I`ma drop the kennel<br>No threats; don`t sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz<br>With a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of this<br>My unique style retarded, kids smell the piss<br>With hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor blades<br>Emergency please, gorillas bleedin through they knees<br>My style werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!<br>I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you late<br>I drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailbox<br>Don`t look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo` glocks<br>Your style berback(?), lion tiger asscrack<br>No need to worry low prices call me Crazy Eddie<br>I put the head to sleep and send that brain to Betty<br>I`m outtie.. five thousand eight

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