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featuring Cam'Ron Killa Sha RZA
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[Cam'Ron]
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Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo
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I want my steak with a funky dame
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Honey claim cash like the Money Train
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Faces of death eatin monkey brain
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Chunky change call it iced out and flawless
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For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet
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Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra
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La costa nostra dude packed a toaster
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True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers
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Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker
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I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers
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Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers
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Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call
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Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all
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I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage
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Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot
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Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits
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Oh, look at they karats
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[Killa Sha]
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Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture
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Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives
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Try to survive in this frontline with mines
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Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men
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Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash
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Kinda hard to let this good shit pass
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So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it
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Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it
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Many is callin, but few is chosin
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And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin
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Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body
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Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break
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A warning to the fakes (true that)
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Play the dark and brought to the light
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Lift up your dress for spite
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Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights
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Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight
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Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega
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Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor
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[RZA]
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Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo
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Yo, clear the interference, special guest appearnace
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Turned up a DMA fresh like Wrigley Spearmint
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Purse pincher, I'm underground like the Earth Ninja
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A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher
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I move slow on your mob, like The Blob
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To gobble up every square inch quarter yard
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Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex
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Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery black
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Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin
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MC's on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing
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Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer
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Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder
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Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan
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Flash the Wu logo on your hand
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Cats be talkin, Bobby ain't feelin ya
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But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger
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Hot lead released from my cylinder
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You'd be talkin bout Bobby I'm feelin ya!
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My intensity is the devil high density
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Make yourself a century in Killer Bee penitentary
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Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages
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Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges
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Elohim, black gods live from Queens
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Shaolin Island has been quarantined!
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[Tragedy Khadafi]
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Yo, yo, who's responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing?
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I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging
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Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon
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For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden
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Clappin D-T's and kidnapped the sargeant
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Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments
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Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments
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Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit
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Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets
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Can't be destroyed by plague or epidemic
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Cripple any society, triple O menace
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Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers
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Tear through y'all weak crews with heat seakers
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When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas
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Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis
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Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces
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Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi
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Won't stop till the world immortalize Machti
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Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits
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Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce
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I rep for bing mobsters mad at life
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Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite
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War tactics, with gats under the matress
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Y'all bitch niggaz playin y'all part, like an actress
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Worldwide Thugs
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| Tragedy Khadafi |
