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[Chorus] I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick? [Verse 1] Hippity, hippity humper, don't stop [?] When the beat my [?] waan fi boogie the, boogie the back, come now Slip at the top of the [?], my [?] top of the version, come now Ba-da-dum, bad, I'm a bad to the bone, a knock inna mi yard, come now Supada-cadada-fragilistic is my profession, come now We permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent Permanent, woo Jump, get smoked like Cypress Hill bomb Dancehall gone, mi gone wid dancehall They could never catch up mi dung a racecar Racecar backway still a racecar Kong still is King and King is still Kong Call try a gun and gun a try call And nuh matta weh yuh put mi, mi come fi play ball I get in [?] haffi fast rap pon song [?] Busta Rhymes songs Style weh dem get it from a mussi papa song Slip at the top of the [?], my [?] top of the version Slip at the top of the riddim like mi puppa inna di Bentley Like mi bredda fi come fi kill dem, like mi bredda fi come fi, come now Drop, drop when mi bust at di ceilin' Drop, drop, what a wonderful feelin' Put on di gun and put on di laugh, finna [?] up di place [?] into di place, [?] [?] Don't matta, make up a face, I make up a case, I make a disgrace [Chorus] I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick? [Verse 2] Dark yah, fuck, 8-7-6, dat mean dark as fuck I remember bein' on the train, dark as fuck Anybody try, nigga, what? My dawgs got some green bitches here barkin' up Young nigga life clean, but the devil want a cut And if mi buss, mi bussin' back to God Got a triple X clip deh ready for the locks And if this trigger chop, it's your lock, ha Hippity, hippity humper, don't stop [?] When the beat my [?] ever boom-bo-boom-brrap Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, a see mi dance Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, a see mi dance Bom-bom-bom-bom-bomb, the lyrically flaunt [Chorus] I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick So sit, Buddah, sit, what lyrical styles should we kick?