[Ghostface Killah:]
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Yo, most of the time, yo, I'm flicked up
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Stepping out the crib like I'm sixed up, don't get it mixed up
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Even if I'm shaking your hand, I'm still gripped up
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With two spots left, yeah, we still bricked up
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Trees pine, gleem no seed, young boys feeling they self, they must be on E's
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Me? I stay outted out, boating on oceans
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He banging my old chick, and he mad open
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Think I smell the goons, they been business since the Tunnel days
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Shanks out, they ready to move
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Somebody yelled out 'ballin'
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In two seconds, lord, they was up on 'em
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That voice, should of slowed down, baby
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Now what we gon' tell his lady
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Jaw on the floor, looking all crazy
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Alot of vicks been going down in here, lately
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[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
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In 2012, the DJ is still recognized as the crowd controller
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The record breaking, keep the bottles popping and all the ass shaking
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
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It's that Wu shit, it's that movement
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It's the Wu shit, in the house
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Yo, should I talk about all the jewels I wore on my neck
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While you had to tuck your little shit in out of respect
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I'm a done, rebel out of Staten Island projects
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I dare ya'll to come in my projects
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Leave with no head, no neck
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You thought I was Flex, the way I bombed the set
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In the hallway, banger house, smelling like cake
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Tongueing bitches down, most of them got scraped
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Watch how I move the crowd, I'm a make 'em, make 'em clap to this
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No shit, no doubt
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Two shots of Hennessey, ladies want Goose
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Earlier them fronting niggas, now they want a truce
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Mami got a bubble in her Jimmy Choo shoe
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When I go and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
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Yeah, right, daddy got bread
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Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
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Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it go to your head
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Walking around in your cheap ass threads
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Get away from me, stinky
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man:]
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Yeah, yo, I spit lines from the rubble room
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Bottom line, I kick mines, like a mother's womb
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I'm, still in my prime, fuck them other dudes
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No biting's the rule, but we can eat each other's food
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Flash a camera at the all time great
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Single handing increase New York's crime rate
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That's why I love it in the Empire State
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The city where your fat ass can still find weight
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But ya'll ain't getting it, the game is different
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And in the recession, alot of veterans is quitting it
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Every day I'm living it, your boy got blunts
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Fighting after school, alot of ya'll got jumped
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Staten Island, bro, ratchet under my coat, potato salads so
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And we silencing that, just every day challenge us
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Check a nigga out of respect, I'm spectacular, this the Massacre
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It's That Wu Shit
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| Method Man |
