Scrape motherfuckers This is my word, you see us you see us flashing and shining And and adding on
Y'all niggaz watch it, hear me Only ones that who we got for Is them that we say peace to me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the again Pirahna bite dick, yo Son, it's on again What up, he made a move, try to it Listen kid yo, you was to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the Now my proposal rips the From California to courts, it's God so, taste the soul food
Remember jeans, the Timberlands in November Shorty me Santa in December But guess what, my got messed up Autograph pressed up what, blessed to blow your rest up
We that, Land O' Lake that My dolo rapper get you sent Represent the who bent that Flash medallions like Italians, la costra
We movin' through your hood like we supposed ta, Lex and Diamonds the settlement So keep the the gun Boo that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the sloan Check it now, you get the dick award It's like jail, and the sixth floor me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my tree Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor than a dobo Stay militant kid, ya like bolo You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be it
Fake one, I'm to make you take one Please, y'all niggaz gettin' low But you come back though Set up shop, and get the fat
Tired of y'all, inspired by y'all So what the deal now, link up with us, or put your shield Faggot, you fuck around We battle for nigga
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It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nuttin' nigga Still shame on a nigga, who to run game Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on Persian Washin' niggaz detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge Front page, "Daily Chronicle" "Hell up in Gotham, heed and protect yo' seeds" You fall like leaves, you lack tranquility
In your rap utilities, to with the abilities Race like a sperm cell to the Microphone post tone like a phone poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, hooded Timberland ninjas, who full metal jacket clips And how to put it in you your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a For your ice and and vice quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society Because of variety, so maintain high anxiety
And lead to defy me, diary, ya Irie? I need 18 points for my joint, this high annointed king To a deal, I be the one to appoint Rifkind must have been sniffin'
To catch somethin' so dope, it left Monica pussy drippin' I hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars And with thousands of scholars My saga from the hill to the harbor
Legal kid brown in birth to MC's, thieves and bank robbers We drove expensive and took worldwide trips And my dick's been sucked by the lips
delicatessens, and the world's best refreshment But none of the above to the one-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the that I rest in Enter my get blown to 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no Collecting at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you I'm flowing for It's rhyme and reason, bite the
Niggaz is and it's duck season We at 'til we even motherfucker Bad asses, times, lower classes mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, room service, pressure And mad nervy, wavin' guns at the Ticallion, we ain't Keep them sick niggaz
this, watch the birdy These bastards is Ol' and With pins that be stabbing you Pins and needles, and pins
'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest As I race track thoroughbreds, duckin' the feds
Yo, my ice look fly up on the son Niggaz ran up on me law, praising we do by the lords That's right, exile the fake, hit niggaz like weight 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, the whole science on my, production Y'all niggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts Switch, finger itch, at you like a bitch y'all niggaz snitched
Youse a loner, shell top while I Sip a Corona, the Robb Report, then bone her Buy you some jewels, here's some Not mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, chased the neck in the custom Baggy jeans, thick God, sliding through customs Chill, y'all niggaz know what it is Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for Yeah, you was lyin', the cash, cryin' Militia, rollin' in position, Casa Blanca Link Christian Lex retali' whistlin', fake fucks