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Текст песни Cocoa Brovas, Xun Tsu and The Most Talen - Punch Out *

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* set to the beat of Mike Tyson`s Punch Out for the NES[Michael Buffer]Ladies and gentleman, boys and girlsLet`s get ready to rumble![Tek]You got me lock, more flavors to dropOnce me bust, no shots we take bopBurns they gun, done cheffed up they blockSmokey Lah get what`s in the dead rockWe like what fire, when shots fireYou say your eye bust buyin then we aim higherNever retire, I`mma street cyerWhen your ten boys are dead, even more fire[Steele]Nigga we all timers, all you niggas are small timersWith alziners, Tek n Steele the lost rhymersChart climbers, start drama, spark ganjaAffiliated with deep scholars and street mobstersNew York`s an author, Notorious like Big PoppaCuz I know killas that`ll leave you missing like HoffaYou cat`s are imposters, we show rockersCloak poppers, show glocks off and turn to show stoppersChorus: SteeleYou rappers can`t even hang with meCan`t handle the game like meGet on the blaze, cuz on the shame and sweatDo it for days, it ain`t no thing for me, niggaYou rappers can`t even match with usCan`t handle the track like usDon`t know a man that can stand with usAnd no game, you rappers can`t handle us[Xun Tsu]Ain`t no motherfuckin thing changed, it`s Xun TsuThe same cat that loved to lick shots at your crew, I`m backNew tactics, new plans, Xun Tsu dented shit like the Son of SamIt`s mask murder, this industry ain`t seen nothin yetWe blood thirsty, niggas best protect they neckXun Tsu, and my military you get wicked like voodooHittin em up, take twoNever assimilated, I`m not a Blood but affiliatedWeed smoke keeps me stimulatedWho you been with, see my niggas I sent withIt`s scared in the same room, next bed shitIs you bout it, words quotable so don`t doubt itGot soldiers that`ll have you moved out and re-routedMy infantry got you runnin like El NinoFor cats that bust nine-millies and quattro cinquosChorus 1/2[Michael Buffer]From New York city, New YorkWearing the red trunks with yellow trimAnd weighing in at 120 pounds[The Most Talented]Ya try to pull a roll on my eyes, imagine thatI pity the itty and livin the lieThe all I seein, Most gon peep it all in the gameAnd show mistake made dog, cuz you and two are the sameNever that, now who be the one that spray for the foolYou know the name punk, body up in I.C.U.It`s how y`all do, to be hold to feel the wrath of the lordAnd little fame god, your soul trapped off in the morgueMess around, you thought you was smart but I can forseeAnythin an imbecile try to hide it to sleepBelieve me, I know the rules and I`m on to youYou smile at me, but I`m hip to the things you doYou feel the flame, and leave a mark symbolizin my nameThe Most Talented but known to leave a rapper in painYou the amateur, try to score a point on the champThe lone soldier be the Most, run a muck in ya camp,Game Over, uh[Tek]You the lyrics from my mother flucker, shots from my bunLyrics from the mother fluck like a nuclear bombSee me come and lady dance with me, chris and oneAnd the con underneath made it drink after oneChorus 2X

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