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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras & Scaramanga Shallah)

Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
Yeah (yeah) (Sham's nine times ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you of me)
Nigga, L.A.D. (six ill)
Rest in O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)
GZA, Ras Kass, (what's up, Wu-Universal)
Legendary...

[Scaramanga
Now it's the real beginning of the of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends vapors of grams
Sham's is the fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got the ten
We can hit the alley with iron and
it to the hands like the brand new linen
Niggaz no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like joker
And the set, devoted to opening your
With the tech, as you sit in a
Your move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
As body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, out of position
Guns go off, is a Raiders fan
A rob and gather reporter, are lost
White five, five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark of the force
Black biscuit, by park side in a
You're off sides in the
We are survivors of the war of good and
I'm in the hood, in the with a desert eagle
With my peoples, now feel it..

[La the
Darkman, my like Tony Montana
How we used to coke, how I puff marijuana
Try, play me today, I'mma kill you
From, far the K, or up close with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in
Chest dripping with jewels, one of a rhymer
lessons in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, always been ever since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted, in a window that thing
Got a limited support the Sing Sing regime
I'm Smith and they like the A-Team
Keep my on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, from a beam
Fucking me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known general

[Ras
Whoever say Ras don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he retire
When you mention me, not penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second
Ahead of my time, school like Timbuktu
'cause I'm original, like for larger jewels
by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U
Try Us Fuck U. You die. got gats but him buck too, nigga
Sip Grey and ponder. They know the room service
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is percent of the tax dollar
Bush gave 6.46 to Haliburton
For support efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, earn thirteen g's a year
Plus a 25 extra taking in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, that die where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam
But can't have a gat, to protect where my at
I to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough
To in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt

Yo, these youngsters grow up on the block
With the product in socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying
The and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top
apparel, through growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, excuses were
The brutality of war, never
And the out of control to win, makes it dangerous
Fire the set, they feel the threat, greater than
they ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the to kill
Suddenly they felt the for a challenge in they field
The boundaries of both man and machine
Can have one at the point, to all in between
tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol
Giving a grim new meaning to the title, what's up?