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Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra) |
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Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me) |
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Nigga, L.A. |
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D. (six times I'll) |
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Rest in peace |
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O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large) |
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GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal) |
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Legendary... [Scaramanga Shallah:] |
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Now it's the real beginning of the pages of |
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Shams Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams |
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Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands |
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Valleys and trunks, |
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I got the mack ten |
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We can hit the alley with iron and thumper |
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Take it to the hands like the brand new |
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Leonard Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him |
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You dealing with a night stick toker |
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The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker |
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And the set, devoted to opening your neck |
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With the tech, as you sit in a |
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Lex' Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting |
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As your body gets soft, the shotty went off |
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Little soldiers, you're out of position |
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Guns go off, |
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Shams is a greatest fan |
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A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost |
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White five, black five, with dollars to toss |
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Twisted by the dark side of the force |
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Black biscuit, by park side in a |
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Porsche You're off sides in the fort |
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We are survivors of the war of good and evil |
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I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle |
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With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it... [La the Darkman:] |
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Darkman, my persona's like |
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Tony Montana |
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How we used to sniff coke, how |
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I puff marijuana |
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Try, play me today, |
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I'm a kill you manana |
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From, far with the |
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K, or up close with the llama |
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I'm like an |
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African king in a castle in |
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Guana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer |
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Study lessons in |
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Athena, building with an old timer |
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So I, always been wise ever since a young minor |
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Get CREAM by any means, follow |
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Malcolm X theme |
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So I'm often posted, in a rumor with that thing |
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Got a limited support from the |
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Sing Sing regime |
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I'm Hannibal |
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Smith and they like the |
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A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when |
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I serve a dope fiend |
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Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam |
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Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be |
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La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general [Ras Kass:] |
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Who say Ras |
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Kass don't spit fire, he a liar |
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That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire |
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When you mention me, not about penitentiary |
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Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century |
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Ahead of my time, school niggaz like |
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Timbuktu Cause |
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I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel |
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Galosh is by |
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B.U.F.U., |
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By us fuck you, |
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Try us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga |
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Sip the Grey |
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Goose, and conned it, they know the room service |
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In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars |
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Who ask why |
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U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar |
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Bush gave 6.46 billion to |
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Halle Burton |
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For troops support efforts in |
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Iraq Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that |
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The rape over, |
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Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda |
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Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters |
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But won't pay they soldiers, |
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Halle Burton workers make |
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Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year |
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Please who 25 extra, taking fire in combat |
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Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where |
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I'm at 18 years old, talking ' |
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Kill, where |
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Saddam at? ' |
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But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at |
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I love to crunk, so what, plus |
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I'm gangsta enough |
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To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up |
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How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt [GZA:] |
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Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block |
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With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks |
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Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame |
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The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top |
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Acquiring apparel, through growth and development |
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On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant |
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The brutality of war, never changes |
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And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous |
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Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than |
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What they ever had, experienced yet |
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Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill |
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Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field |
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The great boundaries of both man and machine |
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Can have one at the point, to murder all in between |
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Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol |
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Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up? |
