| Motherfucker, you don’t know me, motherfucker
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| I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
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| I be gettin' money since '88
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| My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets
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| My history is swell, motherfucker
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| That’s why I can talk this shit, for real
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| This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know
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| My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?
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| You don’t have a chance, you don’t want to dance
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| My gun goes blam, you don’t want to dance with a gangsta
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| You don’t understand, niggas ain’t playin'
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| First time around, I come back swinging
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| You and your mans, you better just scram
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| My gun goes blam, you don’t want to dance with a gangsta
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| You don’t understand, niggas ain’t playin'
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| Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'
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| Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head
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| High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds
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| The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds
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| Kid, I’m that fearsome, my hammer’s a sled
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| Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest
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| Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets
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| I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh
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| I’m coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect
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| Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death
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| My voice alone, don’t have to force you for sex
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| Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me
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| Flushed out my kidney’s, with a half pint of Remy
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| Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede
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| Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity
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| Feel my energy inside tearin' out
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| Clear it out, flame thrower’s airin' out, baby
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| Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp
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| Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement
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| Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist
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| You pissed? |
| Then seek anger management
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| Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal
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| Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil
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| From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel
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| In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo
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| Don’t get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro
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| Get wild like techno, collect the dough
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| For wreck, the side ball and better check your ho
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| Don’t get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow
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| Just another episode, powerful breath control
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| Explodes in your ear, you can’t hear me in death mode
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| In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck
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| Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?
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| This — is — the — warrior’s anthem
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| Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome
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| Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion
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| The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons
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| You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick
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| And the mic’s my life, and I’m surgical with this
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| Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast
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| Master the game, this is chess, not checkers
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| Feel me? |
| Bone collector, just, vision my art
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| In the darkness, vulture’s come and, pick you apart
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| One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart
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| I bleed for my Clan, don’t let 'em, break us apart
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| Strong as Noah’s Ark, in the Biblical age
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| Still, holdin' the Clan, in it’s critical stage
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| Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt
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| Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I’m airin' out
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| Yo, man, if you was real, nigga
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| You would say niggas names, man
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| You ain’t real dude, man, stop playing, man
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| You scared of niggas, niggas is runnin' with yo fuckin' name
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| You ain’t doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit
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| Talkin' about niggas can’t talk this shit
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| Fuck, I’ve been doing this, nigga
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| I don’t know what the fuck you talking about
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| Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast |