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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras & Scaramanga Shallah)

[Intro: Ras (Scaramanga Allah)]
Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you 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...

[Scaramanga
Now it's the real of the pages of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that make make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of
and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley with iron and
Take it to the like the brand new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you like this joker
And the set, devoted to your neck
With the tech, as you sit in a
Your move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty off
Little soldiers, you're out of
Guns go off, is a Raiders fan
A rob and gather reporter, columns are
White five, black five, with to toss
Twisted by the dark of the force
biscuit, by park 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 hood with a eagle
With my Brooklyn peoples, now it..

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

[Ras
Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a
That's like your favorite rap claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty century
Ahead of my time, school niggaz Timbuktu
'cause I'm original, like blacks for larger
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. They the room service
In Rwanda. reminder to honor these street 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 believe
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a
Plus a 25 taking fire in combat
all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where 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 kids cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz want a forty and a blunt

Yo, youngsters they grow up on the block
With the product in they socks, and the loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying
The murders and the hustles, won't as they shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through and development
On they most dangerous missions, were irrelevant
The of war, never changes
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater
they ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in field
The great boundaries of both man and
Can one at the point, to murder all in between
Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his
Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, up?