Testi:
Chuck D Where Ya At

over top of ya My posse's shootin' up your system like the Mafia And when the smoke clears we seem to disappear Automatically fillin' your heart with fear My personality inflictin' much pain To the point where

low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze I catch you outside of Chuckie Cheese With ya

man I ain't do nothin He said what's that word you n----s use, ya frontin? Well ya frontin, so why were you running down the street? At this time I had

be automatic So don't do it cause, baby, hamburger won't help ya If Dres gets ghetto-life like wool blankets found in a shelter Where niggas hairy like Chuck

throw that ass out. Foes and hoes, good riddance. Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'. I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,

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ya drop-date 'll be today I hope ya doin' killer crunches, ain't gotta vest when it lunges Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain't got to see what ya lunch

with the front tips and the lights in the rear Use my spare change with the green handle bars where the grips is clear [Mikey:] The cool kids in the sandbox ya'll can't play Say ya

is a clip inserta I sneak in ya crib like a burglar Homie I?m gangsta Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta I come through the Bronx and I spank ya I smoke dat