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[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now? Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental shit What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what`s best for you y`all niggaz better safeguard your shit Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go to y`all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb Your whole show wack and I`ma cancel your sitcom Fuck a nigga broad `til she tired and real calm You ain`t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm The way we blow SHIT is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz Y`all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!
[Raekwon the Chef] Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs That`s my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I analyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse`s Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it`s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi`s in `em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
[GZA] Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union Lost nigga couldn`t rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made `em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left `em stagnant was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that`ll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill `em twice {*GUNBLAST*}
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