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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Shallah)

Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's times ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs 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...

[Scaramanga
Now it's the real of the pages of Shams
that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the fan, rock big cables of sands
and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the with iron and thumper
it to the hands like the brand new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, when the go in him
You with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you like this joker
And the set, devoted to opening your
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your move is shitting
As your 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, black five, with to toss
Twisted by the side of the force
biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the
We are of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a eagle
With my Brooklyn peoples, now it..

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

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

Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the
With the product in socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a crying
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, growth and development
On most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The brutality of war, changes
And the out of control desire to win, 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 of both man and machine
Can have one at the point, to all in between
Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his
Giving a grim new to the neighborhood's title, what's up?