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Def Squad - Full Cooperation lyrics
interlude] Yeah yo Def Squad Full Cooperation on this one yo total concentration Wassup wit these cats out there? I don't think they figured son I don't think they hear you son ha ha [Keith Murray] Now first but not least you will respect Keith lay a nigga down Like a doo rag in some grease you must be crazy tryin to play me I been dedicated since King Tut the third baby Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, I see y'all been writin Still bitin, still lookin lame, half y'all niggaz still soundin the same I'm excitin when live on stage, when receiting in lighting, frightening lightning Throwin thunder in chain, when i first came, I gave birth to a million MC's In the game, who should all carry my last name And I'm Gonna Get You Sucka like Damon Wayans, and fame like Jermaine Bring pain and novacaine, okay y'all lil monkeys wanna play? My Squadron brings the art of war the correct way (OKAY!) Chorus 2x Chorus I need your full cooperation and total attention There's a few things I'd like to mention, these rappers out here swear they're So appealing I, step to your business and hurt your feelings [Erick Sermon] Okay, well thinkin it's okay to rhyme that way, you'll be P.O.W., M.I.A. And I'm seven steps ahead of you, five from eternity An all that shit you kick just don't concern me, I separate the dead from The chump, ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?" So flavorous you could taste it, so hardcore I wrote this layin on the floor In the basement, my style ain't no walk in the park, got mainstream MC's Scared to rhyme after dark, an there Ain't No Half-Steppin I'm reppin like a nuclear weapon, manifestin the Immaculate Conception Lyrically I rape an MC like sodomy, add tragedy, to your odessy For battle reservations call 1-900-SQUAD, frontin on us Is like frontin on God Chorus [Redman] Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square My squad hangs out like fourhundred pounds in braziers My deathrow allines, bein signed then aligned to electric So it clear like a chair in Texas, HOT, approach wit extreme caution No horsin around when my squad abortion a sound Our crew's like Smokey off sokey, even Little Bo Peep, your style is weak Guard your Rollie, wit all the ice in it, I snatch the ice out and put a price out Cop a Benz, put my mom in it, as long as I'm alive I'mma keep the vibe 24-7, 365 Chorus 2x |
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