[Intro: U-God]
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Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker
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I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch
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I be gettin' money since '88
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My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets
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My history is swell, motherfucker
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That's why I can talk this shit, for real
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This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know
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My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?
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[Chorus: U-God]
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You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance
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My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
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You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
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First time around, I come back swinging
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You and your mans, you better just scram
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My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta
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You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin'
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Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'
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[U-God]
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Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head
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High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds
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The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds
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Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled
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Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest
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Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets
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I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh
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I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect
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Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death
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My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex
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Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me
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Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy
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Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede
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Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity
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Feel my energy inside tearin' out
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Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby
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[Chorus]
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[U-God]
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Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp
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Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement
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Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist
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You pissed? Then seek anger management
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Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal
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Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil
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From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel
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In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo
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Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro
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Get wild like techno, collect the dough
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For wreck, the side ball and better check your hoe
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Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow
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Just another episode, powerful breath control
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Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode
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In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck
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Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?
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[Chorus]
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[U-God]
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This - is - the - warrior's anthem
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Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome
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Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion
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The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons
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You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick
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And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this
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Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast
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Master the game, this is chess, not checkers
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Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art
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In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart
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One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart
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I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart
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Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age
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Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage
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Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt
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Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: U-God]
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Yo, man, if you was real, nigga
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You would say niggaz names, man
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You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man
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You scared of niggaz, niggaz is runnin' with yo fuckin' name
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You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit
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Talkin' about niggaz can't talk this shit
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Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga
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I don't know what the fuck you talking about
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Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast
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You Don't Want To Dance
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U-God |