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featuring Killa Sin, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, X-1
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wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)
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[Raekwon]
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eh, yo
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staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop
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nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
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yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time
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play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
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watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit
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you know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit
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war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
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spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat
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my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
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plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
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yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
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300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
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my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
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you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
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rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
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that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
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[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
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yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
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heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
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rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
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you knock this, bust a shot
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don't miss, you better knock this
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(x-1 while out and watch this
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til your eyes turn red with blotches
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eatin scraps out the garbage
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unload a cartridge and bust a cap
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x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
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bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest
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blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
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i cross the heat from across the street
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fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
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street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
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dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
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lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
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on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
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trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
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i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
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(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
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x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
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for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
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sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on
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keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
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from here to battery parts)
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Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
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first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3)
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You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man
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[Suave]
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still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
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splash your class, mash your staff
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what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
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hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
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in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
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def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
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shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
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twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee
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full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
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for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass
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tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
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[Killa Sin]
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we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
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cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
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my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
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killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
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this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
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canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists
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wu build like construction and bang like precusion
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on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
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Chorus x2
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[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)]
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(holy shit, who the fuck is that)
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it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
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i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)
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and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
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(because it's the new year, time for some new shit
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nowadays rappers dyin over music)
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dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
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for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
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(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
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chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
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lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
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home on the range
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(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
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we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
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(8-ball in the corner pocket)
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we snatch wallets off the white college
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the big apple forever rotten
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now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
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(so what the bullet clot)
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pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
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major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
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stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
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them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
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(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers
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my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers
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turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
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enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read
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(and rip their whole crew to a shread
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i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love
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(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
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we throw slugs (you ain't no thug
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i earn every god damn penny that i got
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son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible
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i wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin
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jack me, i'll murder you)
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Chorus
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wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)
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The Worst
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| Onyx |
