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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras & Scaramanga Shallah)

[Intro: Ras (Scaramanga Allah)]
(yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs three great, you heard 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 pages of
Spit that heat rock, that 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 alley with iron and
Take it to the hands like the brand new
Niggaz no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't this joker
And the set, devoted to opening neck
With the tech, as you sit in a
Your next move, is slipping, your last move is
As body gets soft, the shotty went off
soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, is a Raiders fan
A rob and gather reporter, columns are
White five, black five, with to toss
by the dark side 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 hood with a desert
With my Brooklyn peoples, now it..

[La the
Darkman, my like Tony Montana
How we used to sniff coke, how I puff
Try, me today, I'mma kill you manana
From, far the K, or up close with the llama
I'm like an African king in a in Ghana
Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a
Study in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, been wise ever since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X
So I'm often posted, in a window that thing
Got a limited from the Sing Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith and like the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, I serve a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, a triple 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 gon'
When you me, not about penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, twenty 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. They know the room
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these 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, please believe
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty thousand dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay soldiers, Haliburton 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, where Saddam
But have a gat, to protect where my moms at
I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm enough
To piss in pimpin kids pimp cup. again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a

Yo, these youngsters they 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 murders and the hustles, stop as they shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through and development
On most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The brutality of war, never
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, than
What ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they
The great boundaries of both man and
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?