ya bush Superstar status, break off beats, the baddest Style's the baddest, bring extra clips to stop the madness Yo, we in the place (Now whut's up?) DJ
' you down Yo E, hold me down I'm holdin' you down Yo PMD, hold me down I'm holdin' you down E-Dub, hold me down I'm holdin' you down Mic Doc, hold me
it live Chorus: repeat 4x I represent the hardcore (rough rugged and raw) The pmd the mic's my only friend Verse one: I grab a chorus like my nigga dj
Pumped it for the hit squad, yo, they cold dugged it You know my style, man, yo, check the stats Down wit the mic doc, my dj is scratch Straight from
life changed 'cause that night he got *** Killed by another *** over his Rolex watch I got *** for three years off that *** from the Doc I was drinkin
the feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on
pull up in the hood, n-ggas say there go the man, I put them Asantia??s and Nellya??s on them rubberbands, California license plates, Aftermath logo, back with the Doc
bitch I wear the same shit for 3 days, find me lit Blunt sparks like Felipe fuck the he say she say Yo shut the mic on plus the DJ [Redman] Yo, call
thieves will seize enemies That want to be G, like the Bee Gees Not rated PG, we break necks Like sex, rated XXX Yes, Doc the Butcher is who I recommend DJ
head level Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil So peel off, like a potato ("Cool") Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator Doc
crew Biz Markie, DJ Cool V, TJ Swan, Big Daddy Kane, Mister Cee, Roxanne Shant? MC Shan, My manager Fly Ty, Mr. Magic, my DJ Polo, Doc the Butcher,
brain I feel the world's against me and the women are so dirty I hate women today because my mother used to hurt me I think I'm goin crazy Doc no longer
You get stitches, rhymes are wicked like witches Horror, terror, pain, rip like a hurricane Freeze like cocaine, or you get a smoke brain G Rap, Polo, Doc
x, my bad, here's a pen Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen My keys is missin', my trees is missin' No more parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors Thank me for spraying the operating room The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me Mmm Lord
test of the emergency smokecast system This, this is a test This, this, this is a test of the emergency smokecast system Yo, yo, yo Funk doc is on a
out Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill Spark the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the deal? Clock the squeal, the MC overkill Certified cylinders 35 mil' Jumpin' out planes, Doc
Yeah, gilla nigga in the house nigga Oh shit, yo, DJ Envy in the house nigga You are so, vicious I know you're vicious Aiyyo dog, you gotta be a gilla