[Raekwon]
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Y'know? General, general! Word out...
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Yeah...
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Aiyyo man.. you poppin fuckers
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Intro: Wu-Tang Clan]
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It's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets
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We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East
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Taking over the block!
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{*continuously scratched*} "From the gate now!"
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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Aiyyo, it's just rules with beats - you clown niggaz can't rule the streets
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We set shop! Wu-Tang, we rule the East
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Taking over the block, you can't fuck with the block!
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Raekwon]
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Aiyyo, I stay funky and piley, blue Excelero
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They lookin for me, what the fuck you behind me for?
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Stressing everything I breathe on
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I'm from the boulevard where niggaz get jacked and peed on
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Whatever homey, we more lavish
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I might sneak you in the crib, see my lasers and glasses
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Try to get my come up on
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Yo, and when you see me, you know I got my "come up" arm on
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Cartier called me up, robbery here
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We got your seed in the back of the Beemer starving
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We like lion killers, catch me on stage with the gauge
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in my right hand, grenade and this leather bomber
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I scout money, you know we hungry and talk funny
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Coughing out corner rappers, don't never walk up on me
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I write with only insane Malkovich
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My troops gave me money to clown with them, fuck it
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Masta Killa]
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My first gun was a .32, back before uh!
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Graduated to the .38, maybe a nine
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I prefer the fo' five, stay alive
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Techs held the crack gank in '88
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8 oz. straight from Florida, the best temp
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Camouflage vest, repping the set
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Wu on the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad
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We up at Spain with that thing thing, my crew strong
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We take no search for your party dunn, you know how I run
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Spray places, cover faces, beat cases
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A big mouth will get your teeth knocked the fuck out
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Keep a nunchuk, take money, stay ninja
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I injure, any motherfuckin contender
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Method Man]
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Hey bitch, your time's up! Go finish them rhymes up
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All my soldiers is lined up, my corners is crimed up
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Niggaz know where to find us, settin the grind up
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Police checkin them pies up, my rims are shined up
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Wu! We on the rise up, crops supplied up
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Plottin niggaz demise up, boxed in conduct
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Scratch we got 'em sized up, and when the East is in the house
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You, you, you, you, you...
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Ghostface Killah]
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On the side of the projects, grey skully, bubble 'Lo goose
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Mac 11 tucked in front of the belly
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Prestigious moves, we killin 'em, hoes we drillin 'em
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We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em
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In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it
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House arrest box is goin off, Tony got grams
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Gotta bath tub full of white, lay in it like Sam Montana
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Tune 'em out, to blow out, chop 'em like fans
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[Inspectah Deck]
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This is boulevard hard, lounging in your black car
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Camouflage rat guard on "Stomp the Yard"
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I-N-S spit monster bars, split long cigars
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My click dons bitch, y'all are frauds
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I get it in like Tim off the glass
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Slamming my name, I'm like the prez, sending men off to blast
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What I spit, make 'em spend all their cash
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I'm so Wu, so new that I ain't ripped off the tags
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[U-God]
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RZA done birthed us, some curse on purpose
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I'm the grouch, my mouth is a circus
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Burner plus a good learner, don't need a hood
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All I need's a good burner, nocturna
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Snake rat murderer, all I hear is turf talk
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Rack rooms full of goons with bullet wound birthmarks
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From the first spark, you heard my response
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(Wu-Tang!) More results talkin 'bout whole crew's mission just lost
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(You better watch your motherfuckin mouth)
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[RZA]
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Out the beehive, you dip and you dive
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But you still can't survive, you can't see past five
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Check the outlook, this is not in the book
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You bein dragged across the floor while your 'dro in my hook
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Lyrical joust, found all t |