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# Debut Chart
30 Jul '94 R&B
33 Jul '94 Hot 100


Aight, aight, aight, aight I'm aight if you aight I be better - get some of that bass Aight, yeah [chuck d] It's another record, check it, mad methods To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted Suckin' up to the devil steppin' down a level It's who they fear is you Who protects us from us and you from you Yes and it counts I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce I did 'em like a demo I took a 98 'cause I never liked a limo But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up Some ain't gonna change, I got 'em in a range I gotta rearrange, so I'm buildin' back your brain Wreckin' records with funky stuff Am I loud enough? You got ta give it up

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[CHORUS flavor flav] Give it up, give it up, give it up yo repeat Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up 4 times Yeah You gots ta give it up now [chuck d] Come again with the same old bounce I'm calling a foul and once again it counts Mad tense mad tense brothers know The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack Hey Jimmy cracked corn cracker singin' I don't care, it's on I'm comin' with a rhyme I'm lettin' go a rhyme I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times Call me a Hannibal lecture, yes I checked her They don't hear me though, so here I go I'm sick and tired so Slyll take ya higher When I'm takin' his sound to bring you down Rappers rippin' a lyrical kickin' finger-lickin' But to the rhythm I'm givin' but never cotton pickin' Like James Brown I'm sayin' it loud Am I loud enough? Huh, you got ta give it up [repeat CHORUS 12x] [BRIDGE] And when I'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum Some second guessing my lessons about saving young Some don't know like Run said so here we go Where it is inside, whoop there it is There it is There it is, can you hit me off with another one [repeat CHORUS] I never did represent doing dumb shit Some gangsta lying - I'd rather diss Presidents Dead or alive, bring 'em and I'll swing 'em I vocalize, I just rap, I don't sing 'em Flick 'em, and I fling 'em, you can go with 'em Hall of Fame for the game for the points I Dave Bing 'em Go Grandmama, close but no cigar I got mine, for I'm using my rhyme The flow go wherever I want, and that's clever Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime And who behind puttin' the guns to the young ones The ones that make 'em is the ones that take 'em Rugged for no reason, down in duck season I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor So check yaself before ya wreck yaself Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up [repeat CHORUS]


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