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Lemme you now
I came to bring the
Hardcore from the
Let's go inside my plane

Find out my mental based on records
Hey, so I can write monumental
I'm not the but niggas is decaf
I 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can get?
Get deeper than your
And brothers is mad
it

In your color, clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out and Kross
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the side of the force, of course

It's the Method Man the Wu-Tang Clan
I be and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the

Yo it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get wild
Method Man, on some
nigga's foul, son, I'm sick

Insane, crazy, drivin' Daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm

Is it real, son? know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's

Load it up and one
Load it up and one
it up and kill one
If it's really

When I was a stereo
I used to be the
I always wonder when I will be the one
Hey, hey, hey, now you to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you niggas come and me, test me
I'm gonna lick out brains
Brothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the
the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, pump off a set

Comin' through all projects
it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit
You can bet your dollar that I'm on it

And get even worse
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggas they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to left
I came to represent and carve my name within your
You can come test, realize no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild

Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey galore
it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof

No, O.J.
No, no,
When you give it to me,
Give it to me raw, I
Give it to me raw, I chest hairs

I don't need no chemical blow to no ho', no
All I need is chemical to pay her up
Is it real, Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, know it's one, two, three, four

one
Fuck it up and one
it up and kill one
Lemme it's real