i'm gonna drop this shit like a car off tha' roof off a buildin'/
when i pop a hip hop spit i'm by far pushin' tha limits yet still chillin'/
as i blow rhymes flow although hoe's be pullin' from below and won't let me go bro/
if they don't let go of my toes i be pressin' down on 'em, with the weight of Fat Joe yo/
my phat rhymes are inclined to join with this crew, i'm down with the ROC/
my punch-lines cause you're groin to grind if you screw with the true... est crew on da block/
the clock tickety tocks, as you wait on me knock the door down with ma' glock/
i'll fill you're face with a sock, walk you down to the dock, a head underwater will clear you're mental block/

i think i'm pretty witty enough to join the committee, an' pity the cat who's runnin' the kitties, that's why i want into the dawg pound, so i jus' came round to see if i'm diggity down?/

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