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(featuring La The Darkman, Ras & Scaramanga Shallah)

Ras Kass (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...

Shallah]
Now it's the real beginning of the of Shams
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make 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 iron and
Take it to the like the brand new linen
Niggaz no mas, when the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night stick
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't this 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 your gets soft, the shotty went off
soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, Shams is a 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 side in a Porsche
off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and
I'm in the hood, in the with a desert eagle
my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..

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

Kass]
Whoever say Ras Kass spit fire, he a liar
like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like
'cause I'm original, blacks for larger jewels
by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U
Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too,
Sip Goose 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
Bush gave 6.46 billion to
For troops support efforts in
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe
The rape over, charging 45 dollars for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates thirteen g's a year
a 25 extra taking fire in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, that die where I'm at
18 old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'
But can't have a gat, to protect my moms at
I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm enough
To in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just a forty and a blunt

Yo, these they grow up on the block
the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too die in vein, and it's a crying shame
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as shoot for the top
Acquiring apparel, through and development
On most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The brutality of war, changes
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater
What they had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to
Suddenly they the need for a challenge in they field
The great boundaries of both man and
Can have one at the point, to all in between
Yellow tape scene, teen, the mob was his idol
Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, up?