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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 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 the real beginning of the pages of Shams
that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the fan, rock big cables of sands
and trunks, I got the mack ten
We can hit the alley with iron and
Take it to the hands like the new linen
Niggaz goin' no mas, the bullets go in him
You dealing with a night choker
The ice pick poker, trust, you like this joker
And the set, devoted to your neck
the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
Your next move, is slipping, your last move is
As your body gets soft, the went off
soldiers, you're out of position
Guns go off, is a Raiders fan
A rob and reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five, with to toss
Twisted by the dark of the force
biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the
We are of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert
With my Brooklyn peoples, now it..

[La the
Darkman, my like Tony Montana
How we used to sniff coke, how I marijuana
Try, play me today, I'mma kill you
From, far with the K, or up with the llama
I'm like an African king in a castle in
dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
Study in Athena, building with an old timer
So I, always been wise 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 the Sing Sing regime
I'm Smith and they like the A-Team
Keep my head on the swivel, when I a dope fiend
Upgraded, to a digital, from a beam
Fucking with me, you better be as you can be
La Trapacanti, a well rhyme general

Kass]
Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a
like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
When you mention me, not about
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty century
Ahead of my time, niggaz like Timbuktu
'cause I'm original, like blacks for jewels
Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us U
Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got but him buck too, nigga
Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to these street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax
Bush gave 6.46 billion to
For troops support efforts in
Meanwhile, the is hurting, please believe that
The over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil (damn!)
But pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn g's a year
Plus a 25 taking fire in combat
Recruit all the niggaz, die from where I'm at
18 years old, 'Kill, where Saddam at?'
But can't have a gat, to protect 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, youngsters they grow up on the block
With the product in socks, and the fully loaded glocks
Too many die in vein, and a crying shame
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they for the top
apparel, through growth and development
On they dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
The brutality of war, never
And the out of desire to win, makes it dangerous
Fire the set, they feel the threat, greater than
What they had, experienced yet
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to
Suddenly they felt the need for a 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 to the neighborhood's title, what's up?