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E For Explosion

Damn! B-E-3 GO! International rap For the leader of the rat pack Who's back for more Back back back He's equipped with gats And more artillery than

mc's by they lyrical fitness And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures

, icky, icky, ya, ya This ain't no blair witch, beware bitch I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain with an icepick Remember me, the V I C E Well, here's

I'd like to thank the Mack God for all tha playa prophets that he sent I'd like to thank him for Donald Going and Iceberg Slim For dottin their I's and

Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown Contend with the fifth dog Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E Get took to the streets

get loved shit get done round here, do you, not us [Chorus] Im gon do what I want cause this lifea??s made for living you got to know nothings for sure

sloans Explosive head bullets, black hooded Timberland footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And know how to put it in you Surrender your goods and your merchandise For

You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop

[Lady Dynamite] WHen i step up on the microphone, explosive people learn to pimp an play like they know dis but they neva see the dynamite get firocious