*featuring Raekwon, The RZA, The Delphonics
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
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(After the smoke is done) Yo
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Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
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(Number one)
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Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
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(After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
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Whaddup, bench press these cats
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(Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
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Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back,
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Five-thirty
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Yo they gotta hit
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Placed on my head, what should the god do?
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Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
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Never that
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Them never look angry out of synch
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The imperial, industrial king got weight
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Don't give a fuck
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Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
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They used to push me in shuffel cards
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Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
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The porno teaser
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Sayin words like sheeba
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Educated rapper fouling the teaser
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My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
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Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
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Don't touch this
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Cracklin hot shit
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I snap ya shoulder blade in half,
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Laugh, and pop shit
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Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
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Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
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But devils love it
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Movie trap raps cover the tracks
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Like Ajax
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Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
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My cartel
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Willie Star passed,
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Shit his piece, where's the Nobel?
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Oh, well,
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Siginin off as usual,
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The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell
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[Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
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(Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
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Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done)
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He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one)
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You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born
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Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
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Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton
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(Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)
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Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York
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[Raekwon]
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The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
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Roman numeral I be
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Plus three describe me
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My son move like the toad
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Get drunk
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Speak in codes
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Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
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Got beef with the cold
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Met my comrad
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Go half on this lamp down in Baghdad
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Flippin like a mex tab
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Get money like an A-rab
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The type niggas snapped
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Six legs on the crab
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Now, hush, who wanna do what
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My click better bust
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[The RZA]
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Underprivileged,
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Grew up in a Stapelton house village,
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Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
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When the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one)
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I spot a fifty-five borough
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A nigga was still flowin,
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Voice was echoin
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I rise high like an Opera's
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Procter wouldn't Gamble
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The sample, it shocked her
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My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu
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Some play peace like Donny the Guru
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Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu
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Undisputed champion
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Bell holders
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Shape and mold us
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Sole controler of the moon
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I, solar and polar
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I blow half smoke through my nasal
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Bust my ways with thirty words
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Wu-Tang wasn't for children like
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Cannibals raidin Sicilians
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[Outro: The Delphonics]
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After the smoke is done
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Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
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After the smoke is done
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Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
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After the smoke is clear
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Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here
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After the smoke is done
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Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
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Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)
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After The Smoke Is Clear
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| Ghostface Killah |
