[sample from "The Killer"]
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He's looks determined without being ruthless
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Somethin heroic in this man
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There's a courage about him
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Doesn't look like a killer
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Comes across so calm
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Acts like he has a dream
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Full of passion
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You don't trust me ha?
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Well you know why
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I do
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We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
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[Intro: Raekwon]
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Knock niggaz out the box all the time
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Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah
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Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
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Straight up, fuck your whole team
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Yeah bust it
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Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
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[Chorus: Raekwon]
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Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
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It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
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We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
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Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
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[Raekwon]
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Thug related style attract millions
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Fans, they understand my plan
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Who's the kid up in the green Land?
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Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
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Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
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Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
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Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
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Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
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Raise a heavy generator
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But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
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Dough be flowin by the hour's
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Wu, we got the collars, scholars
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Word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
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Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
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Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon]
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Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
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Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
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But this time is for the uninvited
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Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
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Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
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Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
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But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
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My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
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Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
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Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
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Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
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you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?
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I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
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niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
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Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
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You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
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For real, it's just slang rap democracy
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Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
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Check the status, soon to see me at
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Caesar's Palace eatin salads
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We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
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I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
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From where we at to my man's cell
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From staircase to stage, minimun wage
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But soon to get a article in RapPage
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But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
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Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
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And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
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Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
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That means the island of Staten
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And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon]
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I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
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Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
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Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
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Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
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upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
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Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
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Leave the buildin
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Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
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Like Lou Farigno on coke
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Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
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Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
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Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
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On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
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You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
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Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
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Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it
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Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Raekwon]
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...politic ditto
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...get lifted in the staircases
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Incarcerated Scarfaces
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Chef Raekwon |