[Intro]
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That's all we got, we gonna need
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Choose, you ready
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Yeah, let's do this shit
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Yeah, yeah, yo who be that?
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Yo that's the God?
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Yeah, word up, niggas gotta learn to fuckin answer me dude
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I want 'em all, fuck that
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Shaolin, Shao!!!
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[King Just]
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What, what, my Gods is raced up
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The thought that I throw is like a blow to your gut
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Word up, what the fuck, the God creates drama
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Two-Six horror, terrorize the nigga mama
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I smell marce in the air, yeah
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Where, all my Gods standin right here
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In the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind
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Shaolin, rush 'em, nah nah he's mines
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Die Earth scum, die, die
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It's just like a needle goin straight to my eye
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Oh why, does it have to be this way
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I don't know, but I flip the shit everyday
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So come on, where you at, where you at
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Pass me my gat, I'ma kill a cat, if they ever fuck wit the rats
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And that be the shit in my life
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The God ain't trife, yikes, yikes
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Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through
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Ooh, that be that nigga from the Zoo
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But yet ya wanna ask me, how I slam a jam
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It's simple, all I do is gram on a gram in a cracker
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Hit ya like a linebacker, I'mma gat ya
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When I get ya, I'mma blast ya
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Blaow, like Kool Moe Dee, how ya like me know
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When my style is ill, raow raow
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[Chorus 6X]
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Shaolin Soldiers! (Hey!)
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[King Just]
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Enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff
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About who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed
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Please, if you came to battle, then rap
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Cuz your name ain't Scarface, and you don't own no gat
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You ain't hurtin nothin, ain't no future in frontin
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You probably ain't even sayin nuthin
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Yo you're bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat
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But your rhymes are wack and you sound like you on plaque
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New Jack, you're a wanna be, down to be, soon to be
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Whatever you want, let it be
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And I'mma hit ya wit a safer rap
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To make you shut ya trap, and get the God hand clap, smack
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Hit across your lips wit some shit
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That make ya wanna spit and do two back flips
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Blue top, I clear through the air
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You against me? Well I don't think that's fair
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You need more people to match my equal
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And even if then, there won't be no sequel
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Yo, let's get straight to the matter
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How my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter
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Ask Betty Crocker, yo it's in the batter
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And I'mma climb the charts and splatter
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[Chorus 5X]
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[King Just]
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Why would you wanna write my shit like that?
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Why must the God chase the cat?
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Why would you even wanna front like that?
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Smile in my face, and talk shit behind my back
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Damn nigga, you must of wasted ya time
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If you wanted to be rapper, I done wrote you a rhyme
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Yo, you don't get no props, for bitin my shit
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You only get props, for bein on my dick
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But when you hear this, don't be mad
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Just be glad, that I ain't whip on ya monkey ass
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You got a lotta balls bitin my style
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Soon we gonna be on it like aow, aow
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Put your shit on the court
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Cuz this one here takes to take 'em, yo I'm brake
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Lord forgiveness sake, for they do not know what they do
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When they bent the Zoo, I should of brought it to they whole crew
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Badoop a doo, oh my God nigga, let's be real
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The eight commandment, says thou shall not steal
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Help police, I'm being robbed
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By some corns on the car, that need to get a fuckin real job
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The Mob rocks more shit than boulders
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I told ya, everybody can't be a soldier
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[Chorus 9X]
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Shaolin Soldiers
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King Just |