[repeated in background throughout entire track] "He loves us"
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[Chorus: Anne Peebles - sampled]
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If you're not gonna take care of business stop takin up space
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If you're not gonna take care of business stop takin up space
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[Lord Superb:]
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Eh-yo, it's Perb dunn
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Wu, A.C.T., Chip Banks, Rakeem Allah
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Come on! Projects, projects
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Slums, bums, ghettoes
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Large sums, yo
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We read it all in the fan magazine
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Hookers, pushers, lead magazine
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I grew up in Queens around Pappy and 'Preme
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Have my own dreams, cop a Caddy and lean
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And Drag told me about the fans in rap
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And after that talk all we said was that
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I'ma keep pushin the trigger 'til ya head is back
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Get rich off my songs, the hell with crack
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And Jamel ran through every jail with raps
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Tryin to push my voice on every reel and track
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And I don't give a fuck if the reel is wack
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I bring an old school MC feelin back
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And we still in the hood with gats
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And my goons ain't good with gats
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And where you think you goin with the wooden plaques?
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See, it ain't just me, the whole Wu is back
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But you don't know what to do with tracks
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And what can this industry do with trash?
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And what the fuck you gon' do for rap?
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I'ma do it for the kids, get a school, some cash
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Fuck a chain, I'm jewel they ass
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Like why play if the game don't last?
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[Chorus x2]
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[Solomon Childs:]
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Yeah...
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My vultures are signed and blinded by money getters
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Players and pimps, ya ho chose me
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Supposedly, that's how the game go
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And ain't a difference in prison gats and ghetto walls
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That's why we playin hard ball
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This be perfections from my father's hustle
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Shrimp and bustles and life's complicated puzzles
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Grew up under the Older Gods, sits there with Cee Allah
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Came from the same thug parts and drug parts as Tony Stark
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I understand that the industry be under-handed
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Underground and under-lined
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Thank God, word, it took me so long to get signed
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Climb out of a hell of a bind
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That's why I still return around the way
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Throw a toast to ya nose and ask what's mine
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Forward my emotions of a supreme rap artist
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Solomon Childs, New York protege
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I've now been discovered
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Adjusted, it was all in my kin, got me smothered
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Wu-Tang for life, my brothers got me covered
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Millionaire, billionaire status
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Beef with police like Marshall and Onasis
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Dealin wit uniqueness
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[Chorus x2]
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Take Up Space
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Wu-Tang Clan |