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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Shallah)

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

Shallah]
Now it's the real beginning of the pages of
Spit that heat rock, make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got the ten
We can hit the with iron and thumper
it to the hands like the brand new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, the bullets go in him
You with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this
And the set, to opening your neck
With the tech, as you sit in a
next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, out of position
go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rob and reporter, columns are lost
White five, five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side of the
Black biscuit, by side in a Porsche
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
my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..

[La the
Darkman, my persona's like Tony
How we used to sniff coke, how I puff
Try, play me today, kill you manana
From, far with the K, or up close the llama
I'm like an African in a castle in Ghana
Chest with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study lessons in Athena, building with an old
So I, always been wise since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, follow X theme
So I'm often posted, in a window with that
Got a limited support from the Sing Sing
I'm Hannibal Smith and they the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope
Upgraded, to a digital, a triple beam
with me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known general

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

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