[ODB + Snoop]
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Yeah
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Huh, huh
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Yeah
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Fo' sho', fo' sho', you know that...
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Knowhatimsayin, tired of takin motherfuckin bullets for niggas and shit
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Knowhatimsayin?
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I feel you my nigga
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Catchin 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
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I'm diggin it
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Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
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Knowhatimsayin?
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Yeah, MC Conditioner, yeah, knowhatimsayin?
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Tired of takin motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Catchin
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45s, being chased by the government, shit like that
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I'm diggin it
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Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up
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Knowhatimsayin ?
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[ODB: HOOK]
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur... [4X]
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[Snoop]
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Yeah, yeah
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Wu-Tang Clan
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Big Snoop D O double G
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Somethin for the 2000
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[ODB]
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Your mama name Peter, papa name Cita
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Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater
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Be the elevator, pussy eater
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Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator
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Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em
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Old Dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash
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Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
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Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
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For 29 years, no educated
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High caded, cuz you kept it checkmated
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What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
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All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place
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[HOOK with Snoop's "say what" at end of amateur...]
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[Snoop]
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Mr. No-Meaner, pussy ho-beater
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I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin with my vita
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Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em
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Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em
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This negro right here pimps hoes
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I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose
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Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose
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It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose
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I flows above the rest, mos' def'
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Got you shakin yo' ass, and you throwin up yo' set
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Whatever you do, you keepin it true
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Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
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Oooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker
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Oooh, and Snoop, is burnin rubber on these suckers
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It's a dog day afternoon
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The Clan go bang, and the bang go boom
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How you love it, how you like it, and how you get it
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Do that damn thing and quit buillshittin wit it
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur (say what)
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
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[HOOK]
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[Snoop]
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yeah, yeah...
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[BEAT SWITCH]
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[Gza]
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Yeah, pump that shit, testin
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Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
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Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
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To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
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Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all
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That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
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To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
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On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all
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You see my style calm but wild
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You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
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The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
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I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
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What, what, what, what, hazardous dart
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Visual long forgotten art
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That fell apart, til the blood ran from the heart
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Pump through the street, Rza make re-break beats
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Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
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And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
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Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
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Wu niggas rollin, throwin the first rap slogan
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Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin'
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Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies
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My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
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With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
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Self applyin, that put giants in the network
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The compact disc and televised live cults
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Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
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Yes, what, what
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[Deck]
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Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
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You keep on, til the break o dawn
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Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
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Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock
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Conditioner
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(featuring Snoop Dogg) |