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Yo, if you you can fuck wit the Wu Clan Get ya nose swollen up like If you you can fuck wit the Wu Clan You get ya nose up like Toucan
If you think you can fuck wit the Wu You get ya nose swollen up like Sam and we give a damn Bullets soaked in oil, so the Tec jam
on Caribbean rum, coconut juice Smokin' on that chocolate stick, open up two Of brass monkey on some drunkie shit You, R&B fake suck a monkey dick
I'm from in the days with the Christmas For on my back, stripped out black You like Seven braids in my head My stays in the bed and she love to lay the eggs
Prepare for the mic swift with the sword Slick Lord, holdin' my weight, abroad The crowd roared for the peeps playing for the I reeped and sewed, scriptures and woved
Behold gold for the people equal, on the weekend Wu-Tang, Biggie smalls at the beacon drinks on the house the show was bangin' Brothers Grey Goosin, Wu was
Allah teaching schools in session, the Gods I'm just knowledging, handshakes and fake hugs for the hour to devour and splatter ya heads of powder I'm a slave to the rhythm but never to a deaf and power
The hour has come, we got y'all to one son You off, too late to break off, tactics are hazardous To the health, bomb stealth, rifle M-16 Know what I mean? Know I mean?
Yo, just what we stand for? What we for? Righteousness What we live and die for? Strictly fam only Yo, strictly fam only
Yo, yo, just what we stand for? What we strive for? What we live and die for? fam members only Strictly fam members
Aiyyo, aiyyo, great minds alike We used to drink all night, about things that's wrong And how to make it right, ice bottles of brass Time flashes, a hundred blunts
Before the God asked us, "What's the miles of the planet?" "Why is the axis slanted? How much is by water?" How much is granite?" 'True I Master God body be flowing like the chi inside your artery
Faithful as a polished rock against a The force of my wheel still shooting blanks Just the sound alone ya heads blown scorin' in the red zone
You best of home or get thrown to the dead zone Son, we need to ill, interrupt the Grammy show and the kids
Yo just what we stand What we strive for? What we live What we give for? What we die for? Strictly fam members Strictly fam only
I grew up around block ready to rock Behind a roll nigga wit my rhyme on shot first nigga who had shit to pop My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred
Seventy percent goose, duck Get stuck if each in ya chain is truck come in this rhyme cypher wit nine snipers Charged off the juice from the pied
Walk around B-Boys, DJ's, Through rap, never thinkin' their of TV It was strictly all about about rhyme clout The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three
Now, his wigs pushed back, removed off the plaque Too wild to re-enact, tax the price to pay, my goal is to aim and spray My night is the as day
Yo just what we stand What we strive for? What we live for? What we give What we die for? fam members only Strictly fam members
Yo just what we stand for? What we for? What we live What we give for? What we die for? fam members only fam members only