text: W.F.D.S
  Ayo, ayo, check this out, man
  Ha, ayo, haha
  Ayo, ayo, haha
  Nah, nah, ayo, ayo
  Ayo, damn, Im the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms
  My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swanns
  Aggravated assault against an MC
  Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
  Its mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick
  You can quote this, Im the Moby Dick of dopeness
  Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk
  I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
  I dont push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
  With a tape deck, if its feasible
  Tell the truth, I dont own a Lex Coupe
  But I get you suped when I rock respect due
  Is a nice nigga that wanna get diced
  Slice the mic device like the body of Christ
  Twice, E Double if you feel me, hit me once
  Cause trouble to you, family and friends
  Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
  Got caught out there cause you were Mack without ten
  Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer
  Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L
  Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
  Now the court subpoenaed me to get my act cleaner
  Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap
  Blunt, grabbing my wiener
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  Now first of all I go for broke
  Check the third quarter note
  I make you feel like your water broke
  Cant tell whether male or female
  I fucked up your frame well, the monogram cant tell
  All aboard my balls cause my dick
  Dont got a lot of room for the rest of yall
  Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
  Rock indo and outdo, dick run in and out yo
  Bitch, about nine inch up the clit
  Can you feel me comin? Yeah, I usually make em shit
  I shines MCs up for auction so I can sell em on Saturday
  Keith, put the bat away
  Lets lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday
  Word, I rolls with the Funklord
  With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards
  Hes bleeding, get the gauze
  He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
  Push the clip in, slide the top back
  Make sure its off safety, in case he wanna counteract
  Shit like that get me vexed 
  So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Becks
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  Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture
  So you wont forget the black Jack the Ripper
  Sorcerer offin yall with techniques
  A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
  Control more blacks than Harlem week
  Freak, smokin that leak at full peak
  Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
  College radio, know I mack shit like Maceo
  Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
  I oughta be an alkie the way I hit liver
  Deliver the milk to your door real raw
  Shit you never seen before
  So when you come inside, and do the front
  Watch the double-pump shotgun and please dont run
  Relax your minds, let your conscience be free
  And get money, and Gs and roll these trees
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  This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker
  Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City