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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)
in peace 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 pages of
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make of grams
Sham's is the fan, rock big cables of sands
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 goin' no mas, when the go in him
You with a night stick choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this
And the set, devoted to opening neck
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the went off
soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, Shams is a fan
A rob and gather reporter, are lost
White five, black five, dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side of the
biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
You're off in the fort
We are of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the with a desert eagle
With my peoples, now feel it..

[La the
Darkman, my persona's like Tony
How we used to coke, how I puff marijuana
Try, play me today, I'mma kill you
From, far with the K, or up close the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in
dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study lessons in Athena, with an old timer
So I, always been wise ever since a minor
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 Sing
I'm Smith and they like the A-Team
Keep my on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, a triple beam
with me, you better be real as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well known general

[Ras
say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
That's like your favorite rap claiming he gon' retire
you mention me, not about penitentiary
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty century
of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu
'cause I'm original, like blacks for 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 street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is percent of the tax dollar
gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton
For troops support in Iraq
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please that
The over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty thousand dollar oil filters (damn!)
But won't pay they soldiers, workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates thirteen g's a year
Plus a 25 taking fire in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, that die where I'm at
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where at?'
But can't have a gat, to protect my moms at
I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta
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, youngsters they grow up on the block
With the product in socks, and the fully 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
Acquiring apparel, through and development
On they most dangerous missions, were irrelevant
The brutality of war, changes
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire engulfed the set, they the threat, greater than
What ever had, experienced yet
Indictments, excitement, and the thrill to kill
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in 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 new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?