[Method]
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Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew
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Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew
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In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
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Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am
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[Raekwon]... with St. Ides in my system
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crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one
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Hang it over, the object is to stay sober
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Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
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[Ghostface]
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Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son
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Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
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Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
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that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams
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[U-God]
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Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those
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Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk
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You can't drive, keep my peoples alive
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And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint
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[RZA]
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It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
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And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot
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On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered
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Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it
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AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...
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St. Ide's
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Wu Tang Clan |