Intro:
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And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
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Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
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Who wants to kill him?
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No information, say yes or no
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One point five million
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Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object
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They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
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And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip
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[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man
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Yo Starks come here, come here Sun
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Come here for a minute!
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Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up
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Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
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Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
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Get your big Adidas off my moms table man!
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Get the fuck off it man.
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Yo just chill man, pass the Cristal man.
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Niggaz is greedy man, damn.
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Big ass shits.
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Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man.
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Chill man.
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Bobby Steels
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Somebody go to the store man
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Sup kid?
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Get that baking soda.
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(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways
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(Noodles) We came off with two mil kid
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Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
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La cosa nostra
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(Johnny Blaze!)
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(Lou Diamonds!)
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Represent kid.
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(Tony Starks)
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Universal frontier
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(Original blood claat bad bwoys)
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Chorus: Method Man
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Who come to get you? None. They want guns!
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I be the first to set off shit, last to run
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Wu roll together as one
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I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one
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Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
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Check it
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Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
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Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
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Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
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Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
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Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
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Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
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Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
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Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
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Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
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There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down
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It's the two holster, shit shot smoker
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Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
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Wild in the West, a student of my culture
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And life is the test, hold up
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Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
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And the last one is death, back to the essence
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With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
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Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
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Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
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The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
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Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
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This goes for niggaz who know
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Wu will grow like llello, ley no
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Plus coolin in Barbados
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Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
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Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit
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Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up
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Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta
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Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas
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Suckin his dick, up in the whip long
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Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
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Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz
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Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
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Jakes beware black rap millionaires
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Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
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One eight hundred gambino niggaz yeah
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[Meth]
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Wu roll together as one
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I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one
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Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels
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Solid gold crown is shinin
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Solid gold, check it Sun yo
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Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
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I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver linings
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Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
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The heart the rib cage the chest and solar plexus
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Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six bones
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And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
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How dare you approach it with dim pones
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The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
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The grand exquisite imperial wizard oh is it
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The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a visit
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Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
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Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
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Happen millenium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
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goes up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
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It's a mileage resem |