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Yeah,
These be buggin' God
Reason why got nuttin' to do with nuttin'
Yeah, it out y'all one two
We back up in this joint,
the fly shit, yeah
Don't out on me

Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water
Al Deuce dug her back out, the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big fell victim
stripped 'em one God turned Christian
She know magic, wet pussy on the mattress
like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin' since we went to fourteen, look at Miss
With a ponytail a jar of Vasoline

She's a big now, with a body that growl
murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the over this broad
Big niggaz in they pose one knee on the floor
Little kids of humpin' wildflower
Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no

whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, kits, chrome dipped wearin'
kicks, plus jeans boomin' beats
Loud beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat is on, never too black or too
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to

Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like
The now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, heads, spangle waves
Extensions, Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme family
That shines light
this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God

bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my bitch
inside your core
The explosion the menstruation
stomach inflation
Patiently waitin' nine for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the science the womb

It's a hole for those who lose control
Fertile before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many
And all you brothers changed
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died