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Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent shape, one time the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch my shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' a rich cat
My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that Though, locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, math is how
My technique, rover in the robe, link You know the read, suitcase money, stow heat nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet That crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
Yo the semi-automatic this, unlock this The weed get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome spin obnoxious You can't knock this, a shot you better not miss
X-1 wild out, and make you watch 'Til your turn red with blotches, eatin' scraps out the garbage a cartridge, and bust a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it Bitches fuckin' for free, is outta the Blow blood outta your flesh, body outta your vest
I the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin' short but Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste Dispose my 9, your shine, your froze in time
at death, holdin' your breath, laid out On the dance floor, and Moet, I'm blowin' your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your in debt I'm groin'' for broke, I'm out smoke, you catch a stroke
and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Million, fully armed, illest beyond realest form Bringin' the storm, you warned keepin' me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the Scatter parts from here to Battery Park
First things first man, you're with the (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) You slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Steal master grab half the cash and bash And yo' class, mash your staff, what Nigga get smacked, you ain't a punch, hurt your bunch Get marked in front, in the wrong punk
Mack clever niggaz dat Catch you on the D-Lo in and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacation your space, breakin' face your waist, twist you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in ass Tryin' to count math, bring in the hardcore rap
Yo, we be the mainstream supreme rhyme top of the line fiends Number one for thugs queens schemin' on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and Mobb Killa Sin known for makin' niggaz for the stars
This terrorist, in the midst of the abyss We evangelists, iron palms with metal fists Wu build, like and bang, like percussion All the Planet packs com bust and malfunction, what kid?
First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, let me get fool on him man
First things first man, with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, with the worst (Fucking) First things man, you're with the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get on him man
Holy shit! Who the is dat? It's John Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my I got back cousin
I got the And when them niggaz jumpin', bust back cousin it's a new year, time for some new shit Nowadays rappers dyin' music
Dead on We raised in the ghetto singin' songs called homicidal, you rivals Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on tracks we gang
Chitty-bang-bang, Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my Caught in the zone, home on the you rang for ferocious, atrocious
We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit Eight ball in the pocket We wallets off the white collared The Big Apple forever hunt the hard target, Hot Nix' So what the claat?
Pop shit, we do the To shark niggaz, bitten Major heavy hittin' Poly your kitten, throw up mittens Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to in The meltin' boilin' hot now in Hell's Kitchen
Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest Believe dat! My moms don't no suckers I slap rappers, 'em into singers somethin' of mine and you'll have nine fingaz!
Enough said, let's paint this whole fuckin' red And RIP they crew to a shred! I got cold blood, I yo' plug, I hold, bust Show no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' up And shoot up the club we throw slugs
You no thug! I earned God damn penny that I got Son I'm rollin' in the convertible I wish a would what? Try to fuckin' jack me, murder you
things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get on him man
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,