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[Verse 1: Ryu]
Yo.. Yo
Get your gloves up, ready for round two
Ring a bell, blood in your spit-pail
Dance on the canvas, cold-cocked, your champ is
Clipping a coat rock
Hugging the rope for this ass-whoopin' that won't stop
Get him a doc
Nah, wait, call him a taxi
Waving a white flag like battle-rappin' Iraqis
On attack we tend to get nasty
Not to conflict, but newlyweds are what people do in the back seat (exactly)
Plug it in, drop the beef
Slug him again, better not chip one of my gold teeth
Hit him at point blank, buckin' with both feet
Duckin' with Cheap-
Shot equip [a] couple of dope beats
In the street-box, we on, sock Diablo
Rocky Four, never could stop, Ivan Drago
Wild when the crowd gets
Loud for nostalgic round-for-round clips and my sound surrounds 'em

[Hook: Ryu and Tak]
Yo
Plug it in, drop the beat, and let's go
Pump loud (rock), rip, (clock), clip, dome
Box til they say "stop the fight"
In the first round, ring a bell, drop the mic
Here we go (c'mon!)
Now (c'mon!)
Bounce (c'mon!)
On the Style Tip like UH (c'mon!)
Rock (c'mon!)
Rip (c'mon!)
Flip so sick then BOOM
Box til they say "stop the fight"
In the first round, ring a bell, drop the mic
[Record scratches] (c'm-c'm-c'-c'-c'mon!)

[Verse 2: Tak]
Yo
Get your lights out, time to brawl [?]
Obnoxious
Wild and keeping the floor hoppin'
Over your head like I break both of your legs
Put it together every letter, could murder, would never end
Step in the wind (*shwoop!*)
Slice-sever your limbs
Telling your friends that we back and straight-up done it again
Hi-jacked it, we dig in the ground, spin it around
"Back It Up: Part Two," Styles' criminal file
So what clique rocks the disco uptempo?
The flash of the signal makes it so simple
The Phife Dawg built the sound without mics
How it gon' feel? profound and clown all night
So who slept and got swept under the rug?
Bustin' yo mug in a fat puddle of blood
Not knowin' the half of the wrath rap really does
Enough to get slapped silly, pud, with billy clubs

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ryu]
Yo, this is what I'm talking about
Ease back, react to [?] and the [?] language
Feel the wind, pull the grenade pin
Tossed at long ranges
If he ain't buff, he ain't dangerous
Never fall for that false attack, get tossed and backed in
Rap till my chest walls collapse, the fact is
Broad doesn't come in a backpack
Ryu and Tak roll up on your click to clack that

[Verse 4: Tak]
Yo, you wondering what it is
But can't figure what slipped
In the club soda mix, and stumbling to the crib
Big bowl of chatter when you can't even talk right
Hugging the steps, out of breath, under your porch light
Cause and effect of a shark bite
Underlined quick with a chalk stick
Ran, killer off, right
That's what's crackin' when the placed is packed in
The S.O.B. serial stealth assassins

[Hook X2]

[Outro]

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