[Kool G. Rap:]
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You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
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Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
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I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
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We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil
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Royal niggas, rags to riches
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Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes
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Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it
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If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
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Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless
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Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
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Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
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The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis
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Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
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Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
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That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
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I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit
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You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
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No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
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Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift
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[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]
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Sword, don't you know what you bring?
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You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
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There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
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All the war that you bring to men
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War - is comin' home - takes families
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War - I'm not a great big fan of it
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War - is something that is scandalous
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Oh no a¢æ¡° oh no
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War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
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War - is man's insanity
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This world... for sure...
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Must stop - this world of war
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[Ghostface Killah:]
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Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky
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Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
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Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
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Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking
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Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands
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Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman
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Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding
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Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
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Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
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Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
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Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying? '
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Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
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His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
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When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst
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Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
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While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work
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[RZA:]
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That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance
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It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
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Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
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For to knock ya head right out the socket
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Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child
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Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
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No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
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Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building
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Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone
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No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home
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Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling
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G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
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I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
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My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla
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The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
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Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape
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War it is, that's the biz, glock pop, plops the feds
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Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
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Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones
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And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's
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[Chorus]
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Whar
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RZA |