Wu-Tang Clan, son, you know what I'm saying?
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Listen to the Wu, son, and maintain this!
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Criminal kingpins, gangstas and cheap friends
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Actors, vixens, niggas put your kicks in
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Blood money when we hawking, ackward gun that go around curves
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Bullets braze niggas with coffin, yo
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Watch how to rhyme with hammers, I got two mens
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That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas
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Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings
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Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans
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Broad day, yo, body another, my microphone is like
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Blow 'caine, one, pull the trees, you love us, yo
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So killers be cool, pimps, read rules
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When a grown man is rapping, it's Ill Street Blues
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Striving, nigger, with one side
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Don't go against totally rent shit, nigger, baby gonna die
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Yeah, bank robbers armored up, gear like the boys in Heat
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DeNiro told one soul to keep quiet.
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Radiant Jewels
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Andrew Kelley |