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[Chorus: Ill Knob]
Up in this thing of our's we devour c-cipher power
My Klik move like Navy Seals and nuclear showers
On the streets we rollin with beats and mad heat
We talkin dumb loud, niggaz ain't even discreet

[Ill Knob]
Eh yo, this thing of our's should be treated with respect
Anythin else should bring forth a slug to your neck
Me and my people get even with the enemy you sleepin with
So, where creepin at? My eyes is always peepin that
Now I'm keepin that, gotta ride off the camp
Move, who you beepin at? We saw you reapin that
Release the strap, get in the back cuz I'm takin this rap
Where the money at? Now we 'bout to pound you with bats
Hate to see it, you wanna be tough? So be it
I'ma treat ya like ya heathin it 'til you stop breathin it
It's Ill Knob, ya wanna be God? Come amongst
I'll introduce Lord Ramel from the Bronx
With Kenny Fingers, Rowdy Raheem and Adriatic
The K to the G to the B, Klik Ga Bow blows the static

[Chorus x2]

[Ill Knob]
Yo, he's a friend of our's, a made man in his clan
Negociatin with the yakaza out in Japan
We hittin foreign lands, got ten men in Finland
Just waitin on the word my niggaz ready to send
I got a puch filled with diamonds, big rocks crazy shinin
Took it to my man Don-Don the Dooga
He said, ""Forget about it, it's frig-azy"", you niggaz'll drive me crazy
When the shots stop, mad gun smoke hits pave the skies, eh?
You don't even believe it that I'm livin so trife
Yea, I live by the gun and probbaly die by the knife
What is life? A hitch-house, I got shot twice
The Ill Knob hard to get rid of like lice
Whatever, I sport my slug-proof like pleather
And if I get hit, my name will l