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[ODB] Yeah yeah (come on) |
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Ahahahhhahaha |
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Minds Start to freeze at ease (ah na Nigga) |
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Its the Wu- |
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Tang Killa |
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Bees Brooklyn |
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Zu (yeah) |
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Mad Twos Coming at your avenue 36 |
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Chambers at a theater |
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Near you You don't know what can happen |
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We are gonna take it to a new level in hip-hop [Chorus - ODB] |
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Wu gots like come on through, |
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Sooooh is the call for the |
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Wu Zu gots like come on through, |
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Soooooh is the call for the |
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Zu If your from the east coast and your down with |
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Brooklyn Zu |
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Soooh thats the call for your crew |
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If your from the west coast and your down with |
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Brooklyn Zu |
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Soooh thats the call for your crew [Buddha Monk] |
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They call me heatmizer |
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Blowing my top your not wiser |
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The lyrical robber |
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I burn ya ass like |
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Lava Magma |
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Plus you can bust my crust |
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They call me road runner |
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I leave ya ass in the dust |
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I drink the heat beneath the |
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Earth's core 6 |
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Million and 50 degrees maybe more |
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Over ground mounds, metallic minerals, enough flesh |
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Leaving mother fuckers in a mess |
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Myyyy crustal plate, you cant separate my colossal force |
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BLAST!! your off course |
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Drying molting rock, |
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I can flow nonstop |
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Condense with sea water watch me spin like a top |
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For miles and miles deep |
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You cant endure the heat |
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Be the first to run or the last nigga sleep |
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I sore with the glasses, |
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Thick like molasses |
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Now I breath exhale the poison gases [Chorus] [Drunken Dragon] |
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Now take this |
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I hit you with the drunken dragon fist |
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Got the funk for you mind leaving niggas in bliss |
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I look deep in your eyes, digging into your soul |
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Pulling out the inner thoughts, weak minds behold |
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I know exactly what your thinking |
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Wait for you to blink and hit you with a rhyme and make your ego sinking |
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I send your wack ass back to class, learn something |
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So you can peep the real shit and you can stop fronting |
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On your phony block, with your phony glock |
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And so you slip, when niggas burn the drama they put text on your lips |
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Booka Blaww! |
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Son I just about thought of that shit |
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So you want to be a gansta rapper boy you get the dick |
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The drunken dragon coming at you |
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If I hear you say |
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Brooklyn Zu then |
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I say who you! [Chorus] [ODB] |
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Now back the fuck up before |
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I use my gat |
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Spray two to your neck, and four to your back |
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Its the hard-core warrior straight from |
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Madena Look upon my face it shows no ameba |
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Brooklyn Zu, |
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Killa bees on the swarm |
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I bee in your area so sound the alarm |
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Monks in the front, not the fucking trunk |
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Knocking down niggas, and girls see the lump |
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Shit is real, yes im hitting hot like spiel |
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Im coming through your town, so its best that your peel |
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For real Yes |
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I get dirty with my skills |
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No slacks in my thoughts no time for me (cough) |
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Niggas your crazy |
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I leave no fucking traces |
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When I leave it on your ass you be desinergrated |
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Crazy lunatic, with the style thats sick |
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Somebody in my click is bound to set up it, ya hit |
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By the strikes shit that |
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I fist, Im just like the devil |
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I dont play no tricks [Chorus] [ODB, Drunken Dragon and Buddha Monk] |
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Yeah yeah, yeah 1070 |
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New York Ave |
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All my niggas on |
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New York Ave |
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Drunken Dragon |
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RR keep it real, (DONT FUCK WITH MEEEEE!!) |
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Texas yo We |
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Love ya |
