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[ghf] yeah |
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[rza] word... these bitches be buggin god |
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Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin |
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[ghf] yeah, check it out y'all one two |
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We back up in this joint! what? |
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Check the fly shit... yeah |
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Don't black out on me |
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Verse one: ghostface |
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Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout |
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Al deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout |
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Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim |
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Mentally stripped em one god turned christian |
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She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress |
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Skin like cleopatra's, the leading actress |
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She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at miss thing |
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With a ponytail kept a jar of vasoline |
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She's a big girl now, with a body that growl |
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Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds |
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Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad |
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Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor |
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Little kids daydream of humping wildflower |
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Hanna barbera faint i'm riding no rivera |
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Verse two: rza |
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Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips |
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Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing |
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Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats |
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Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo |
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The heat is on, never too black or too strong |
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In one hour wu-tang clan is about to perform |
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Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades |
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The arena now present, de event of the decade |
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Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves |
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Extensions, nails friday, just got paid |
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Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family |
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That shines godly light |
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Upon this hip-hop artform, yo dunn |
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We can't be measured by no chart, the god brung |
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Never bust premature for sure |
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You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch |
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Deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration |
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Causes stomach inflation |
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Patiently waiting nine months for deportation |
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Of the earth from the moon, black woman stay in tune |
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Yo god, let me pour y'all the science about the womb |
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It's a black hole for those who lose control |
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Fertile soil before you are wise |
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And spoiled many men and took many lives |
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And all you brothers changed sides |
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Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside |
