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Well, if you in the world today You be the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggaz front we don't handle 'em So we 'em, alright, well okay
Well, if you like the way it sound then man And if the women love it too well then your hands But only raise your if you're sure Punk niggaz shatter like a jaw, break it
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roll on hillsides behind ropes that Bind-in, X marks the on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a bet they best at every
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Sleep-holds, put strangle on angle Microphone cords tangled from Star Spangled Now who could ever say they of this? My style is mad murderous
Well, if you like the way it sound clap man And if the women love it too well then raise your But only your hands if you're sure Punk niggaz shatter like a jaw, break it
Well, if you in the world today You be hearin' the that the Wu-Tang say Niggaz front we don't handle 'em So we blast 'em, alright, well
Well, what you know MCin'? Yo, I a lot Well, can you demonstrate somethin' Huh, I'd not
I'm talkin' 'bout stacks that's what I got Cash Rules the Well, Cash the spot
My preliminary attack keep cemeteries Of niggaz who it ain't like that MC's are gunned like being run down with mad trucks Them God struck, religious call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got up in the web Now bees are stingin', yo that niggaz 'em I'm just swingin' strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack the Japs on Pearl Harbor be out like bank robbers Fleeing the scene, to be a survivor DJ the driver
to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp Criminal subliminal minded find it Hard to define it, when is the gate
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in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box And microscopic received through the boxes topic, major labels, flavor tropical Punchlines, that's
Ring shots from glocks that attract cops Around the and try to shut down the hip-hop But we only increase if everything is Father U C the police
Well, if you livin' in the world You be the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggaz that front we don't 'em So we blast 'em, alright, okay
Well, if you like the way it sound then man And if the love it too well then raise your hands But only raise your hands if you're niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it
If you in the world today You be hearin' the slang the Wu-Tang say that front we don't handle 'em So we 'em, alright, well okay
The say We don't handle 'em, alright, okay The world today, the say Niggaz that front we don't 'em So we blast 'em, alright, okay