[Verse 1]
Bitch! Give me that beat, sucka!
When these so called tough dudes spot me in real life, they know what it is, they just ducka
Hoe, I’m tired of this muthafucking gizame
My style is a thing you can’t claim, Dustero Is The Mutahfucking Name
I bet you ain’t never been jacked like this Roger
Ride with the remix but don’t try to dodger
When the shit’s funky, I’ll be easily to rock the mic
When the DST can rock the mic, it easily becomes war-like
Be real when you claim Pembroke, Ontario
Ya don’t want to end up in a fucked up scenario
You could get popped quick, or even strap-whipped
May even get clipped, the number 23 bout to do some rhyming
Fuck any busta down that’s doing some whining
D-S to the T, Dustero is here to rip up shit
It proves I can my pop my shit over a hit
(“ONE!” sampled from: “It’s Funky Enough”)
*Record scratches*
(“Two!” sampled from Ultimate Smash Bros)
*Record scratches*
(“Three.” sampled from vintage radio audio)
*record scratches*
(“Four!” Sampled from : “Its Funky Enough”)
(“Dustero’s In The Muthafucking—“ sampled from Dustero’s unreleased song “It Ain't No Fun” (Snoop Dogg Remix)
(“Daa-aa-aa..aa-aa-aamn!” sampled and chopped up from “Friday”)
Once again, DST jumps on the scene
Killing all them suckas if you know what I mean
Muthafucka, get on up and get the gat
Don’t let them know your coming back
Don’t be a stupid ass muthafucka, okay?
Gonna go crazy like Eazy’s Payday
This beat is kinda fat
Make you say “I ain't never been jacked like that…”
[Interlude: Roger Troutman]
(So Ruff, So Tuff!) Music! (Oh yeaaah, baby!)
(So Ruff, So Tuff!) Music! (Oh yeaaah, baby!)
(So Ruff, So Tuff!) Music! (Oh yeaaah, baby!)
(So Ruff, So Tuff!) Music! (Oh yeaaah, baby!)
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you something ‘bout a dude like me
Should’ve kept me locked, but you threw away the key
Dustero is the name, I’d like to say
Crazy muthafucka from around the way
Used to roll dice, now I roll deep
Like the boogieman, come for you in your sleep
Knocked a few out, dropped some too
Not fucking with the truth? *beat stops* Well Fuck you!
*beat comes back at “gang”*
YNR Gang, and I’m in it
Make you regret you did in less than a minute
Left hook, right jab, now you’re leaning
Saying “Damn, alright. Now I know the meaning”
Wherever we go, they whispering low
Talking about, “Yes, Them dudes are loco!”
But I ain’t tripping, or fucking playing
Ain’t saying stop when it comes to spraying
Out the bottle with the rim still drippin’
Do I look like someone that’s into slippin’?
Nah to the little ones watching me
All they see is a real one with a legacy
[Interlude: Steve Arrington (From Weak At The Knees)]
I’ll make you weak at the knees!
…
I’ll make you weak at the knees!
…
Ah, ooh
I’ll make you weak at the knees!
*The beat smoothly transitions over to the Rigor Mortis beat with a record scratch*
[Verse Three]
Used to be a Mary Street Thang
Now it’s just a three-man thang
Hoe, I’m tired of this bitches gizame
Still checking dudes to see if they have my back
Not ones who will use me for attack
Mister Mason P, remember me?
Met your ass all the way back in Elementary
Ain’t nothing but a scrub
Buzzcut, insecure, always begging for grub
Then when the trouble start to kick in
You run away, because it’s a lot to take-in
Remember the time?
When I gave y’all money for “The Store” because y’all didn’t have a dime?
Ya know ya new crew have to hold ya up
Talking about “Mason, don’t destruct!”
But ya tried to act tough when I raised the bar
So you ducked, crying in ya room like “Ima make sure he don’t get too far”
Now look at you desperate and salty
But you already know, you can’t salt me
Dick-riding, attention-begger, when I offered you the mic you was like “Nah, me no likes”
I always live by one rule: “diss on my name, gotta pay the price”
{KK: And Ya Need To Get At Me…}
[Interlude]
Boy, don’t ya know? U Ain’t Fresh! (I…Know what ya doing)
U Ain’t Fresh! U Ain't—
Don’t ya know? U Ain’t Fresh! (I…Know what ya saying)
U Ain’t Fresh! U Ain't—
Don’t ya know? U Ain’t Fresh! (I…Know what ya doing)
U Ain’t Fresh! U Ain't—
Don’t ya know? U Ain’t Fresh! (I…Know what ya saying)
U Ain’t Fresh! U Ain't—
[Outro: sampled by Run-DMC’s “Peter Piper”]
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*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick Quick! Quick! Qu-Qu—)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick! Quick!)
(Quick Quick!) (Quick Quick! Quick!)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick Quick! Qu-Qu—)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick!)
(Quick Quick!) (Quick Quick! Quick!)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick Quick! Qu-Qu—)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick! Quick!)
(Quick Quick!) (Quick Quick! Quick!)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick Quick! Qu-Qu—)
*record scratches “Quick” and brings it back*
(Quick! Quick!)
*The Cameo Rigor Mortis instrumental fades out*