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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Shallah)

[Intro: Ras (Scaramanga Allah)]
(yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)
Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you 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 beginning of the pages of Shams
Spit heat rock, that make 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 with and thumper
Take it to the hands like the brand new
Niggaz no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night stick
The ice poker, trust, you ain't like this joker
And the set, to opening your neck
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, last move is shitting
As your gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldiers, out of position
go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rob and gather reporter, columns are
White five, five, with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark of the force
Black biscuit, by park in a Porsche
You're off sides in the
We are survivors of the war of and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a eagle
With my peoples, now feel it..

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

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

Yo, these youngsters 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 they for the top
Acquiring apparel, growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, excuses irrelevant
The brutality of war, changes
And the out of control desire to win, makes it
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, than
What they ever had, yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to
they felt the need for a challenge in they field
The boundaries of both man and machine
Can one at the point, to murder all in between
tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol
Giving a grim new meaning to the title, what's up?