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Aiyyo, staircase to now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flipping daughter thirty ways Yeah who mine? Bent outta shape, one time the mall, starin' at your beautiful, sunshine
Watch my shift, niggaz in the back, wigs lift You the stats God, don't even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on cat This yellow nigga fuckin' with a rich cat
My shit now, 5 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit thousand dollars in the bottle, bitch math is how
My technique, rover in the robe, gold You know the read, suitcase money, stow heat nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet That nigga me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley
Yo the semi-automatic glock this, this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you not miss
X-1 wild out, and make you watch 'Til your eyes turn red with blotches, scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and a cap X could never trust a cat, is as hot as it gets Bitches fuckin' for free, is the quest Blow blood outta your flesh, your body your vest
I draws the heat from the street Fly you up off feet, you die livin' short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't mine my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time
Lookin' at death, your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your groin' in I'm groin'' for broke, I'm blowin' out smoke, you catch a
and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Million, fully armed, beyond your realest form the storm, forseein' you warned Nuttin' keepin' me but heat in my palm and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin' outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Park
First things man, you're with the worst (Fucking) things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get on him man
Steal master grab half the fast and bash And splash yo' class, mash staff, what get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get marked in front, in the wrong punk
Mack niggaz dat regga' Catch you on the in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacation your space, your face Straighten waist, twist you, and won't miss you
Official Nast and Killa Bee, full blast, get off fast for your stash Long as the war last, up in your ass Tryin' to count math, bring in the hardcore rap
Yo, we be the supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends one love for thugs queens schemin' on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and cars Killa Sin known for niggaz reach for the stars
This terrorist, lyricist in the of the abyss We cannabis evangelists, palms with metal fists Wu build, like and bang, like percussion All the Planet Battery packs com bust and malfunction, kid?
First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) things first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First things first man, you're with the (Fucking) You can't slam, let me get fool on him man
First things man, you're with the worst (Fucking) things 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
Holy shit! Who the is dat? It's John Sticky kid, you got my back? I got your cousin
I got the And when niggaz start jumpin', bust back cousin 'Cause it's a new year, for some new shit Nowadays rappers dyin' over
Dead on We in the ghetto singin' songs called survival Duckin' homicidal, you Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, on we gang bang
Chitty-bang-bang, Hot Nix' spit flame, pump through my veins Caught in the zone, home on the Aiyyo you for ferocious, atrocious
We got that califragalisticexpiala dope shit ball in the corner pocket We snatch wallets off the white The Big Apple rotted Narcotics the hard target, Hot Nix' So what the bumba
Pop shit, we do the To shark niggaz, bitten swingers heavy hittin' Poly kitten, throw up your mittens Stop bitchin', no slippin', no pot to in The meltin' pot's hot now in Hell's Kitchen
Yo, yo, Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers dat! My moms don't raise no suckers I slap rappers, turn 'em into Touch somethin' of mine and you'll have fingaz!
Enough said, let's paint whole fuckin' town red And RIP they crew to a shred! I got cold blood, I pull yo' plug, I hold, no love, I'm so bugged, shoot yo' home up And up the whole club we throw slugs
You no thug! I earned every God damn that I got Son I'm rollin' in the convertible I wish a nigga what? Try to fuckin' me, I'll murder you
First things first man, with the worst (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) First first man, you're with the worst (Fucking) You slam, don't let me get fool on him man
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang,