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[Intro: Deck]
Wu, Shaolin, yeah,
stand up y'all
What up, we on the
10304
Move The Movement
Its like Roy Jones
that son
Y'all must of or sutten word
Yo INS

Deck]
We love cash, trickin' on a few girls
Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new
I walk slow, slaughter like new kicks
On some Wu shit, two chicks my flicks
Might through ya town all wrong
Half a bone, twenty chrome
off ya dome
OT status, the one to get at
Never that, I'm focused at the X on the map
chest stash, the guest house attached
Forty acres and a with the sawed off gat
Fuck the hype, I'm into Stereotype
Name ya price, let me get my hand on the dice
All my life, out of ten involved in the heist
Only for ayallytes with the target
Now the parasite blined by neon light
Tryna eat so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see

Inspectah Deck]
Heads get off-a this
Thug all off-a this
fight off-a this
This is Shit
The Projects flip this
The trees get lent this
Crash your whip off-a
'cause is That Shit

Deck]
Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' they teeth, knowin' weak
We you with the fire son, cope with the heat
Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, the beat
No sleep, papers, stay focused, it's deep
Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime
Vibrate the tristate, I ya jaw aque
Been around the world, put a house on the
But still greasy like the corner grill
We roll Vegas dice, pay the price
Watch me roll straight in this game of life
See me, yankee hats, John, blue boots on
in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns
Mommy get ya on, ya bustin' out ya outfit
how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it
Big boys step through, all step aside
They all mesmurised man, recognise

[Inspectah
get ripe off-a this
Some will bite this, Rebel INS highness
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you a likeness
In the pits where it's high risk, I the Nightshift
this, like that, put pressure on rap
Cheques stack, watch a sex
through an X in my 'yac
Caddy black, don't question the fact
I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new track
Count weed, bag green, blue, and brown
Crown King with my Queen lurkin' the town
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid big
Feel that, I back, heavy into ya wig
For the fugitives and big timers bricks
Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to
Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't haters
Don't ya day job, ya girl know the words