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Suga, come here, aiyo man, tell ya man |
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He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man |
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You, walk up in the joint with me, man |
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It's all real, yo, what up son? |
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Yo, hold the bottle, it's your night, nigga! |
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It's your night! *bottles popping* |
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Yeah, mad bottles! |
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Playboy! We out of here, man(Step inside, kiss the ring --- so salute, and toast to the best who done it){ |
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Give it up for the |
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Wu-Tang Clan!}[Chorus (2x): ~Inspectah Deck~] |
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When I step inside, kiss the ring, |
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Wu Familia |
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La Cosa Nostra, it's our thing |
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So salute, and toast to the best who done it |
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Murder rap shit, |
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I spit, for the vets who love it[Raekwon:] |
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By the time you read this letter |
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Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying |
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And I'mma be in bed like holders |
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Blood from a horse on your spread, you tried to play me now |
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I'm coughing up, dough on your head, you just a baby |
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See me in the flick as a |
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Rick, I had to maybe with me |
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All these niggas stay in the 90's, getting rich |
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Rick Ruler robe on with rings, walking to the throne |
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Fronting like |
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I know I'm the king, |
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I live alone though |
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Buying up, |
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China's Beemers, taking it to |
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Simon's in |
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MedinaOnly just to blind you and leave ya |
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These young boys is crafted with aim, |
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I bought 'em all |
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Fly ranches, cuz they all stand beside me with flames |
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Regardless, yo, to making the classic, you gon' witness some of the tactics |
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Some died, live in the action |
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A live general when he walk, if he died, then we slide |
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Ninety thou' in the coffin, and take the child[Repeat Chorus:][Inspectah Deck:] |
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Black Jesus, check my walk, check my talk |
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Legend in the flesh and |
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I rep New |
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YorkCrowned king, been down to bang, |
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I'm House |
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GangKnockout specialist, in and out the ring |
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Got dinner tables long as boats with old kitchens |
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And Wu-Tang logos splashed on all the dishes |
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You know how |
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I speaks the truth, how |
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I teach the youth |
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I'm an animal, |
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I beast the booth |
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Been grinding, banging out for food to eat |
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Your boy still eating good, check my new physique |
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Since the world is mine, |
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I'mma write my name on the clouds |
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So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow[Masta Killa:] |
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Now he's an old |
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Mafia don, from back when |
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He managed to survive the game, ducking fame |
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It's how he maintained, the |
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State of Grace, kept his lab laced |
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Ladies of a fine taste, kept his place guarded |
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While the young charted, found acquitted, all charges |
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And his heart loss and, marksmen take the contract |
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From the contact, waiting for the right event, it all made sense |
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He left no prints on the weapon, and he was blasting |
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Came home from prison stashing, still stacking |
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His whip still matching his kit, steel flashing |
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Hands quick, nice with his shit, three holy foods |
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Drops jewels, from a street corner level, young brother, |
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I'mma rebel |
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Here to instruct private soldiers to buck arms |
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Ya'll rap cats had your last win, toast the kings |
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It's Wu-Tang, it's our thing, kiss the ring[Repeat Chorus:] (2x) |
