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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 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 beginning of the of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of
Valleys and trunks, I got the ten
We can hit the alley iron and thumper
Take it to the like the brand new linen
Niggaz no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing with a stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't this joker
And the set, to opening your neck
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your 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 gather reporter, are lost
White five, black five, dollars to toss
Twisted by the side of the force
Black biscuit, by park in a Porsche
off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a eagle
With my peoples, now feel it..

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

[Ras
say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon'
you mention me, not about penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second
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. Y'all got gats but him too, nigga
Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room
In Hotel Rwanda. to honor these street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty of the tax dollar
Bush 6.46 billion to Haliburton
For troops support in Iraq
Meanwhile, the is hurting, please believe that
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay soldiers, Haliburton workers make
thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
Plus a 25 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. I'm gangsta enough
To piss in kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches get fucked, niggaz just 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 stop as shoot for the top
apparel, through growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, excuses irrelevant
The brutality of war, never
And the out of control desire to win, makes it
Fire engulfed the set, they the threat, greater than
What ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to
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
a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?