[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]
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Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks
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No doubt
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The beer champ
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Yeah, curly head kid
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Yo, yo, yo
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From Gators to blazers, low fades and razors
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Big dick saloon, I contact the womb; the black asian
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Which location keeps circulating
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I want the twin power after day shit on his mason
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A God steam represent the gummy with the green
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who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean
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Sir Ballentine, lookin at this bitch walk behind
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The thing that's fucked up appeal us that's wine
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They turn around take my last pull off the L
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these niggas on the block keep looking at me well
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But they want the jewel it ain't hard to tell
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I'm recognize his face, he actin like Denzel
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But fuck him, I went to check low for chop
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on a ball gone the size like faith up top
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Now it's a whole new ball game, strategic mind frame
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My dialogue's rebellious raid and razor fame
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Glass out a red light, see Killah get on a ninja bike
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Show my love to the God he peeled out and made a right
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[Sound of speeding motorcycle]
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[Chorus]
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When you walking down the street with your - Box in your hand
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and you bringing the music of the - Wu-Tang Clan
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And you hear Ironman on your - radio rapping
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Your feet start the dancing and your - hands start the clapping
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[Verse Two: Street]
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Street's running through your dancehall gunning
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like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons
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for pumping - that watered down substance
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Beef there's slugs finger creeping
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making moves like Crying Freeman
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Prince of thieves, earth's third seed
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Heavyweight like golden fleeces homicides stroll the street
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If Luther preached it, look at the thugs holding heat
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In the city beef got me plotting trilogy
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To the smoke enemies sneak attacks I'm beyond and above that
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Seen that done that, respect black
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I catch a slug to your hardhat
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lounging in the everglades, surfing the airwave
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Catch a buck fifty where the razorblades swiftly
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Shaolin cats be shiesty, strictly
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drunk off the Irish whiskey
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Method Man]
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Rest your headpiece on this one sun
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cough up a lung
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Sleeping on my murderous type ones I get you done
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I'm looking at these cuthroat kids and how they live
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It's like we was partners in spades and you renege
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Can't fuck with no nigga like that he get me jack
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Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black
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I'm looking in the half of right and roll tight
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fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
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To life on this mic device ain't nothing nice
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a mixture of long wild rice and no spice
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Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it, flip it
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daddy long dick-ed, slide
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A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
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You thought weak but meant wicked
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Niggas choke off my second hand smoke lifted
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everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
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Hit me with the eighteen bronze, buddah palm
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About to blow like Napalm, before your arm
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Prepare for the warfare, or buy a share
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Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah
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Johnny about to go there
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need another year
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Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
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[Chorus]
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When You Walk
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Ghostface Killah |