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[RZA]
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Yeah
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Shake your funky ass, bitch
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Yaknowmean...
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Yo
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[Kool G Rap]
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Yo we divide cakes to rise the stakes
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Me and my apes die for papes
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Bust heat and hide from jake
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Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
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Back yourself against the wall, gun brawl
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Kid, I end it for all ya'll (Shake that cake bitch)
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Son'll stop the dough from flowin
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Spotless rock glowin, shots are blowin
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Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline and glock is showin
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We keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in
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[RZA]
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Yo yo
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Bob Digital and Kool G Rap, we set the booby trap
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African wiz wit the gat inside her dooby wrap
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Derelict rhyme crabs, you rappin for a Scooby Snack
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Foul-tongued bitch, you bound to lick my doody crack
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Verbal pellets spray, tec sound makes my amex
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Every slap on my snare drum son could break necks
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You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
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Who the FUCK raise your rank up?
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I blow your tank up, pop the lock on a cop handcuff
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Puff a dutch of dust, bust the jump' up and snuff out the judge
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Fuck a cell block, black top capsule, the mailbox
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It's heavy-bone birds stash glock in the nailshop
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One the strip, took a sip, twist the L top
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The God jewels son sound like a third rail shock
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The gold crossbone, doorag, universal flag
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Blast at the turbo charge and purple herbal drag
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Known for the W, carry a double-two in the shoe
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Iron snub rubber noose in the bubble goose
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Bullets soaked in oil, hot heat will flame broil
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Wu-Tang slang I bang makes your brain coil
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Shaolin gods we known to stack cakes
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Desert Queen projects son, they bake cakes
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Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
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Cold Medina sons, they known to take cakes
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[Kool G Rap]
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Yo, we have the Wu-Tang, we let two's bang
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That's how we do thangs, that's how we move thangs
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Shoes paid wit two in the brain
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Keep the ice blue in the Range
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Me and The RZ' quick wit two of them dames
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Got my dick blew in the Range
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My nigga keep it true to the game
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It ain't no tellin what I do to you lames
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If my mood change, choose to aim
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Do you and your dudes the same
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Go against grain and lose a fame
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Who claim life in the thug lane but life is real
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Lead come out of pipes of steel
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Rob, kill, or heist for mills
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Spill as I let out and slice your grill
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Nigga don't think twice to peel
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Just open shop and dice to grill
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Send the six out, bust crib route
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To the brickhouse, steppin on new terrain, bring the click out
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The streets don't wanna see you read, let a clip out
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These niggas slip out, make they blood drip out
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Yo we divide the cakes to rise the stakes
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Me and my apes die for papes
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Bust heat and hide from jake
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Up in the skyscrape, on top of the world
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Back is up against the wall, gun brawl
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Kid, I end it for all ya'll
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The flood'll stop the dough from flowin
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Spotless rock glowin, shots I'm blowin
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Pop the c-lock, rollin waistline, the glock is showin
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e keep it thugged out, who not knowin get your knot blown in
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[RZA]
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We said Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
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Cold Medina sons, you known to take cakes
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Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes
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Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
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Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
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Cold Medina sons is known to take cakes
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Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
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Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes
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Desert Queen project cats, they bake cakes
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Shaolin gods is known to stack cakes
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Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes
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Cold Medina son is bound to take cakes
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Cakes
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| Kool G. Rap |
