I'm a panther, I love fresh meat
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Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest buttocks out there
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Give me a hearin aid or two then I'm through 'cos I'm that def
Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
You ask why? My reply is, "I don't give a fuck"
The rest of his body at a dump site in queens
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Flavor unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
You coulda been my main shitstain but you scrap and will wack, black
Handicapped, crippled and Pussy was my middle name
You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
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Bring on the refills, you see we feel
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Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
I told you I'm out to stalk
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt
Naughty by nature and the flavor U-N-I-T
I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef?
So make way for hip hop's green beret
Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
'Cos I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
So I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go
Brand new, brand nubian, grand puba-in
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1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
Failin' this? Is this some type of tournament
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th street
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
This drill means chill, guard ya grill, trouble
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'
That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Snap that neck like a Chico stick
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree
Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin' bubble?
Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass
While you slip, I grip so expect to get bruised
The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack
Head found in the bar of a limousine
My tactics are drastic and real fast
You couldn't beat me slick
U V W X, to fuck the Y Z
Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
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1 motherfuckin', 2 motherfuckin' 3
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
I know who beat'cha quick, who? My grip
Erase, forgive me not 'cos shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
I grease my lightnin', it's frightening how I get, a slick
A B C, skip to the S T
He's with the 40-below footprint on his chest
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Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin
So we rappers are full of this, since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit
I thought you did a triple 'cos you said "Aw, fuck that"
Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped out the door
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
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Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
Everyday all day this be the hard way
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Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cos I ain't got shit to lose
We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey
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