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No Fun At All Beat Em Down

shit for granted, I think of Scott la rock Also of tyreo and battles at the borders My cousins in the joint and the homeless grippin' quarters The forests are all

rhyme master Cleverly put together but not necessarily sayin? it faster Ya see, that style isn't hard at all The object of the game is to have a ball y'all

lookin?, nigga) My nigga Ruleski (Ruleski, where you at, baby?) We doing it up, baby (We doin? it up, nigga)} {Thugged out militainment, we in here (Yeah we gon? have fun

get inside the pants Why don't I go and blow half the advance? Buy a couple cars and my moms a mini-van How come all I want to do is make beats? And

you lick your lips, shake your hips Goddamn, I love that shit Now let's stop fake gimme real now I got a room and a hard on, Still down? Met ya standin at

doin' in there? Word 'em up, word 'em up, word 'em up In the place at about this time DJ Jazzy Jeff an' the Fresh Prince just buggin' out Losin' it all

of what I'm providin Other dancers go and hide Like Charles ??? I'm prancin I keep the dance all night until The party's over the party's over Like a cowboy at

I was taught, give 'em physical justice if they whylin Defend yo'self at all times, protect yo'self at all times Respect yo'self at all times It's

in the night For real we take 'em away They take 'em away We take 'em away They take 'em away We take 'em away Verse 2: I hear the sound of the rain