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Yeah,
These be buggin' God
Reason why ain't got nuttin' to do nuttin'
Yeah, check it out one two
We back up in joint, what?
Check the fly shit,
black out on me

Yo, black man out, she salt-water trout
Al dug her back out, inside the dugout
the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God turned
She know magic, soakin' wet 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
Likewise murder trial, smile attract
Most niggaz, light the Lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humpin'
Hanna Barbera faint, I'm no Rivera

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

barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The now present, de event of the decade
braids and fades, bald heads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime rhyme crime family
That shines Godly
Upon hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be by no chart, the God brung

Never bust for sure
You it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your
The explosion the menstruation
stomach inflation
Patiently waitin' months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the about the womb

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