when Dre producing a track Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke
Guru: Yo duke, you're dead wrong You'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes Now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You
think the gloves is for? Got your ear to the street, you ain't hearin' me Motherfucker, the streets got they ear to me Speak my name, better think careful duke
we're on a non-central journey To hell and beyond [erick sermon] Hahaha Good evening all you blunt smokers Welcome to the darksides of def squad Where
Firing Squad nigga, Firing Squad 'First Family', top notch nigga, BD I used to have so much confidence in myself But now my game is changed and my pain
Brownsville Brownsville, Brownsville Young punks got guns, now that's a damn shame Everybody claim they represent and do they thing [Incomprehensible] totin' in cases, hard to believe The firin' squad
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man A-Town, H-Town connection nigga T.I.P. man, you understand that? My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp Squad
out his crib (Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's freeway in the place with my squad
to street Yo I heard it thru the grapevine, you Rock Steady (You just a butter knife, I'm a machete) I co defend you, reck ya squad that defend you Check
Incomprehensible] Our phone lines are open for all you high motherfuckers At 1800 dick in ya booty, that's 1800 dick in ya booty Aiyyo, this is Mad Duke
you in a store Mickey d's - yeah, now I remember" She said, "that was for school, I needed money in september Cause I'm a member of the booster squad
Then slide, uh) I'm like the baker with your pies (Then rise) Set up shop and distribute where you live It's Freeway in the place with my squad and
the rover No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party Than the after party Me and my Squad stomping in
the Squad, walk through the threshold! [BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?! As Big Pun's knowin you'll be givin a shit! [FJ] Not any squad
(feat. Terror Squad) [Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about you duke The truth is you be talkin shit with no proof Still pussy after all that loot Smack
[Guru] Yo Duke, you're dead wrong; tou'll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes now I'm reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face
the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit up High drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-up We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real It be kill