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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 times 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 of the pages of Shams
Spit that heat rock, make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of
and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley with iron and
Take it to the hands like the brand new
goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him
You with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you like this joker
And the set, devoted to opening your
With the tech, as you sit in a
Your next move, is slipping, your last is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty 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 dollars to
Twisted by the dark side of the
biscuit, by park side 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 desert
With my Brooklyn peoples, now it..

[La the
Darkman, my persona's like 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 with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in
Chest with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, been wise ever since a young minor
Get CREAM by any means, Malcolm X theme
So I'm often posted, in a window that thing
Got a limited support from the Sing Sing
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
with me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known general

Kass]
Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a
like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you me, not about penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, twenty second century
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like
'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. is twenty percent of the tax dollar
Bush gave 6.46 to Haliburton
For troops efforts in Iraq
Meanwhile, the is hurting, please believe that
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of
Draining tax payers, eighty five dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton 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 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam
But can't a gat, to protect where my moms at
I love to crunk, so what. I'm gangsta enough
To piss in pimpin pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
How bitches still get fucked, just 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 die in vein, and it's a crying shame
The murders and the hustles, stop as they shoot for the top
apparel, through growth and development
On they most dangerous missions, were irrelevant
The of war, never changes
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, than
What they ever had, yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in field
The great boundaries of man and machine
Can have one at the point, to murder all in
Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his
Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, up?