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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)
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 beginning of the of Shams
Spit heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, big cables 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 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 next move, is slipping, last move is shitting
As body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, you're out of
Guns go off, Shams is a fan
A rob and reporter, columns are lost
White five, five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the side of the force
Black biscuit, by park side in a
off sides in the fort
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 marijuana
Try, me today, I'mma kill you manana
From, far with the K, or up close the llama
I'm an African king in a castle in Ghana
Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a
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 posted, in a window with that thing
Got a limited support the Sing Sing regime
I'm Hannibal Smith and they the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, 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 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 about
Rims and rhyme skills, both second century
Ahead of my time, niggaz like Timbuktu
'cause I'm original, like blacks for larger
by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U
Try Us Fuck U. You die. got gats but him buck too, nigga
Sip Goose and ponder. They know the room service
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty of the tax dollar
gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton
For support efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, believe that
The rape over, Cheney 45 dollars for a case of soda
tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton make
Fourteen dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
a 25 extra taking fire in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, die from where I'm at
18 old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'
But can't have a gat, to where my moms at
I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta
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, youngsters they grow up on the block
the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and it's a shame
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through and development
On they most dangerous missions, were irrelevant
The brutality of war, changes
And the out of control desire to win, it dangerous
engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than
What they had, experienced yet
Indictments, excitement, and the thrill to kill
Suddenly they felt the for a challenge in they field
The great boundaries of both man and
Can have one at the point, to all in between
Yellow scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol
Giving a grim new to the neighborhood's title, what's up?