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[Intro: Inspectah
Wu, Shaolin, yeah,
Lets up y'all
What up, we on the
types
Move The Movement
Its Roy Jones said
that son
Y'all must of or sutten word
Yo INS

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

[Chorus: Deck]
Heads get off-a this
Thug all off-a this
Ladies off-a this
This is Shit
The flip off-a this
The get lent off-a this
your whip off-a this
'cause this is That

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

[Inspectah
Heads get ripe off-a
Some will bite this, INS your highness
Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you a likeness
In the pits where high risk, I work the Nightshift
Like this, like that, put on rap
stack, watch a sex trap
Shorty through an X in my
stretched black, don't question the fact
I lay my back, spazzin' off a new Meth track
Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and
Crown with my down Queen lurkin' the town
Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid big
Feel that, I back, heavy into ya wig
For the and big timers throwin' bricks
the plot thugs locked up proven to this
Son hit it like Arabs, the world curb haters
Don't quit ya day job, ya girl the words