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(feat. Sadat X) [Intro: Inspectah Deck] |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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Let's go... |
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Yeah, listen... [Inspectah Deck] |
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The sound of the horns says it's on |
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We storm through like |
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C. Thomas, |
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Red Dawn Step like a don through the city, |
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Deck bonds |
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I get my hands dirty, |
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Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring |
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Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen |
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Duece times 5, that's my type women |
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Sonny, I live it, |
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O-10, S5 tinted |
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Brother Deck, what |
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I rep, S.I., dig it? |
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Fifty cal' flow, get low |
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Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa |
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Steady, heavy like the 5-2 |
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Chevy Niggas ain't ready, |
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I turn out your lights like |
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Teddy Roll like dice in the casino |
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Known to spit lava, |
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Heat like |
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DeNiro and |
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Pacino Manny |
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Festo, Wu- |
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Tang Gambino |
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Lay it down, then |
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I fly off like the hero "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" [Sadat X] |
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The Wild Cowboy number one |
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G-O-D, how you gonna block out the son? |
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Read my jacket, my achievements stretch like a warning track catch |
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The in-crazable voice box, |
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I throw you boys rocks |
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Diamonds and jewels, a holiday, pros that fuck in schools |
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I'm a tank, |
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I stop panthers, take down stanzas |
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Sixteen bars, keep the car running |
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Broads stunting, feed ya self, kill ya self, take the pill |
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Punks jump up to get beat down |
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New York the sweet town |
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I sorta, who's on tour? |
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Who the vile, truth can say, you ain't a slouch |
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Now Rule local, now |
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I'm B.K. vocal |
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Right out the |
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X, you can work out your pecs and your back |
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Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, |
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NJ'll turn the tune up |
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I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got |
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And I ain't down with getting crossed, and |
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I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [U-God] |
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Yo, you're hog-tied, |
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I'm roping them, bitches, |
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I'm gropping them |
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Open up your veins, cop three bags of |
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Dopium Super soak these niggas, stroke with the magnum force |
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Leak it in the streets quick, peep my secret sauce |
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I keep it gloss, |
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I'm suited up for my franchise |
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Your coins is tossed, man-handle bad guys |
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Scramble for my damn prize, crack cans of cold |
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Guinness I'm like |
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Seabiscuit, |
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I'mma win by a photo finish |
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Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, |
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I ain't bluffing shit |
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I be the street menace on my |
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David Ruffin shit |
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Police ain't cuffing shit, claiming |
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I'm a crook |
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Throw up my middle finger, |
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I'm a hall of famer in my book |
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Right hook, death jooks, great with my footwork |
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Bubble through, got the |
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W on my hood shirt |
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Sneak through the wood works like poisonous high fumes |
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I'm that superhero with the brand new costume "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang!" |
