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  • Текст песни Jeru The Damaja - 99.9 Pa Cent

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    You wanna front WHAT Jump up and get bucked
    The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up
    Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut
    All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
    Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
    Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes
    Cops pull me over like you under arrest
    Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast
    Dick riders, I hope you got your latex
    Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex
    The arrest echoes through your project
    Met Billie Jean, had safe sex
    Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
    Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks
    Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed
    Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest
    Actin like you want some, but wan't none
    Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots
    never bust none

    Chorus: repeat 4X

    99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain't shit
    And most of these niggas suck dick

    Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
    Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
    99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
    Swords in my back, all for the benjies
    I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D
    Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
    Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflate
    Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck
    This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
    Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
    Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
    Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply
    but don't get caught the same nigga'll testify
    Switch like a bitch, you not from East New York
    Youse a motherfuckin snitch

    Chorus

    Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
    Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
    Not your average nigga, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
    I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler
    Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
    So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
    Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
    Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
    I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
    I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip
    Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
    You should come equipped

    Chorus

    Word up, peace I'm out
    The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

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