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featuring Keith Murray  Redman 

Whoop Whoop(8x) 

[Redman] 
Funky dilemmas  destroy mc's by process of elimanation 
Ghetto linger breaks your inner  mind body 
Got me sold like Hurachis  funk tracks up the ass 
make peace wit knock knees  the funk dwella in your cella 
no one's betta  pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner 
I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able 
To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable 
Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real 
I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill 
Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn 
Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray 
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry 
Make competition leave early smokin the lala 
Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire 

(Redman's in the area 
Keith Murray's in the area 
Erick Sermon's in the area) 

[Erick Sermon] 
You best believe 
Is this mic on word up 
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars 
The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat 
Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot 
Where ther's a drum there's a beat 
And where there's guns there's the streets 
This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees 
From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava 
Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager 
Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates 
Wit fly intricate flows by the lows 
Y'all come out the hype description of this 
One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list 
No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe 
And broke it out like a rash, who? 
So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E 
Get your blunt leafs and fire it up 
Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo! 
MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier 

[Keith Murray] 
AAAhhhhhh! 
Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron 
I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions 
My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry 
And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap 
Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined 
In the words I be using when I be rhymin 
Now you can change your whole word back and forth 
And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough 
My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence 
Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit 
I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery 
And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D. 
I love beatin you in the head with this 
Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist 
Way nicer than the force intended 
The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember 
Def Squad

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