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Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker |
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I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch |
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I be gettin' money since '88 |
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My gun been going off, |
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I been doing mad shit in the streets |
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My history is swell, motherfucker |
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That's why |
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I can talk this shit, for real |
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This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know |
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My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what? [Chorus: U-God] |
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You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance |
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My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta |
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You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin' |
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First time around, |
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I come back swinging |
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You and your mans, you better just scram |
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My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta |
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You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin' |
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Fuck around now, |
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I come back sprayin' [U-God] |
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Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head |
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High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds |
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The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds |
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Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled |
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Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest |
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Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets |
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I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh |
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I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect |
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Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death |
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My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex |
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Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me |
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Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of |
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Remy Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede |
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Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity |
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Feel my energy inside tearin' out |
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Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby [Chorus] [U-God] |
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Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp |
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Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement |
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Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist |
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You pissed? |
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Then seek anger management |
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Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal |
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Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil |
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From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel |
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In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo |
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Don't get petro', |
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U-Godzilla stomped in the metro |
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Get wild like techno, collect the dough |
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For wreck, the side ball and better check your hoe |
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Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow |
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Just another episode, powerful breath control |
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Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode |
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In retrospect, you best |
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Protect Ya |
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Neck Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me? [Chorus] [U-God] |
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This - is - the - warrior's anthem |
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Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome |
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Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion |
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The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the |
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Hamptons You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick |
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And the mic's my life, and |
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I'm surgical with this |
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Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast |
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Master the game, this is chess, not checkers |
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Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art |
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In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart |
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One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart |
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I bleed for my |
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Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart |
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Strong as |
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Noah's Ark, in the |
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Biblical age |
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Still, holdin' the |
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Clan, in it's critical stage |
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Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt |
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Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, |
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I'm airin' out [Chorus] [Outro: U-God] |
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Yo, man, if you was real, nigga |
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You would say niggaz names, man |
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You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man |
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You scared of niggaz, niggaz is runnin' with yo fuckin' name |
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You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit |
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Talkin' about niggaz can't talk this shit |
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Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga |
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I don't know what the fuck you talking about |
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Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast |
