99.9 Pa Cent Lyrics - Heroz4hire - Jeru The Damaja

You wanna front WHAT??Jump up and get bucked 

The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up 

Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut 

All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore 

Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's 

Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes 

Cops pull me over like you under arrest 

Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast 

Dick riders, I hope you got your latex 

'cause flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex 

The arrest echoes through your project 

Met Billie Jean, had safe sex 

Some MC's get caught up in the vortex 

Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks 

Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed 

Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest 

Actin like you want some, but wan't none 

Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots 

never bust none 

Chorus: repeat 4X 

99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain't shit 

And most of these niggas suck dick 

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Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury 

Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry 

99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas suck dick in the industry 

Swords in my back, all for the benjies 

I'm screamin off key, another body?No I'm back in 3D 

Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate 

Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflate 

Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck 

This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set 

Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts, 

Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye 

Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply 

but don't get caught the same nigga'll testify 

Switch like a bitch, you not from East New York 

Youse a motherfuckin snitch 

Chorus 

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Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly 

Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly 

Not your average nigga, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler 

I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler 

Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger 

So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver 

Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot 

Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot 

I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war 

I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip 

Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house 

You should come equipped 

Chorus 

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Word up, peace I'm out 

The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel