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Intro: Big Daddy Kane "You know daddy's home.."Yeah baby! Get them sounds up ActionAlright L.G. baby make the track move one time "You know daddy's home.."Uh-huh, now dig this here rightNow I can remember one time I said,"It's eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?" (word up)What we gotta do is see what we got in store for ninety-fouras I continue to give you more "You know daddy's home.."This is how we gonna try to bring it to you one timeUhh, and I go, and I go "You know daddy's home.."[Big Daddy Kane]Peace peace y'all, don't eat grease y'all, huhA Brooklyn nigga representin the East y'all, come follow me nowI get down for my crown with new found wreckand bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheckThe stage is clear for me to rock itSo I snatch the mic like a Brooklyn nigga does a pocketClear the throat, to perform the artto treat the stage like a movie ticket and rip it apartWatch the crowd burst from lyrics that I sayto make the brothers get ill, and by the way DukesIf that's your girl in the corner stay up on hercause I've been watchin the morgue, then the Korean store owner(Whoo!) Mack man number one, you know how I moveYou'd think that I'd be shavin my rhmes, cause they'd be so smoothMr. Wonderful and all of that gun to pull shitthat you be talkin nigga don't even run the bullCause if I roll on you kid, I do the body rudelike the cops did on ummmmmm.. that Rodney dudePeep it!Chorus: repeat 4X (except last line 4th time) "welcome to a new Terrordome When I come to roam you know daddy's home.."Watch out now![Big Daddy Kane]Just like Sylvester it's still on, get it?still, on, fukkit, let's move alongI rip shop, in hip-hop, to sew it like a ziplockto get props, in this spot, look at me at the tip-topThe kid got, to get hot, you thought that I would flip-flopor drop-drop, but ummmmmmmmmmmm.. I did not!They say, "Kane you're old school out here!"I said, "I guess I got left back, cause I ain't goin nowhere"The Kane will remain in this domainto reign again when I entertainCause when it comes to lyrics, I got plenty blackI'm so god damn dope, I sell rhymes in a twenty sackThe microphone pusher man but not drug relatedHip-Hop orientated, keepin you captivatedMr. Cee cuts, I linger through em, Larry is singin to emAnd oh me, I just bring it to emChorus *fades out*more