[Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon]
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"Continous"
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"Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?"
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"Wu-Tang"
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"Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here"
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"On that AIDS thing"
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"YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick"
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"Yo, yo"
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"And get this done"
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[Verse One: Killah Priest]
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When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
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You both had strong minds
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Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
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for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
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Smothered under deep covers
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Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
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Enough to make you hold hands
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And plus you a bold man
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You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
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And bullshit ego, of fly negro
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Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
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Months later, he's layin on a respirator
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Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
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And start losing sight in his right eye
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In weeks he might die
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[Verse Two: Raekwon]
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Yeah, uh-huh
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I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
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Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
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Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
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you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
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Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
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Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
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You know what you was gettin into
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Try to guess on what I've been through
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Fuck shorty raw then she scared you
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[Chorus: Raekwon]
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AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
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Coming from the Wu, it's real
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AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
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Coming from my crew, it's real
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[Verse Three: RZA]
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My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
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Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
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Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
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so he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
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triple quadriple, until she bust
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Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
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But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
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Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
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to keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made
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And the black population will decrease within a decade
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German warfare product against the dark shade
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[Chorus:]
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AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
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Coming from my crew, it's real
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AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
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Coming from the Wu, it's real
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[Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck]
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Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
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Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear
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through the sheer brassiere, toke back
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Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
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you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
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Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
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Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
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Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
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What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
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Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
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Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
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She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs
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Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
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Now misery is the Syndrome
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[Outro: Raekwon and others]
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Oh shit, God that's wild
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Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
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For real, knowhatI'msayin?
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What about the exotic type
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Caskets is waitin for brothers
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Word up slide on the joints baby
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Before you go to sex take protection
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Word up
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AIDS kills, word up respect this
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America Is Dying Slowly (4x)
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Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
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I ain't even playing that man, for real
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Dig it
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Respect how I'm living kid
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Here forever, word up
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Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
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But they still playing the hotel door man
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Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
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Yo, just gettin to be too old
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Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
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Over there
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Yeah
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America Is Dying Slowly
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Surely
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America Is Dying Slowly
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America Is Dying Slowly
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remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
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America Is Dying Slowly
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Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident
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Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
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Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
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Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
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Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
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Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...
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Keep it safe!
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Ol Dirt Schultz, word up b |