[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
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Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
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Yeah yeah yeah..
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Historical and monumental shit
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What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
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Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
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Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what's best for you
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y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit
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Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
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Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
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Street niggaz now the corporate boss
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Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
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And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
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Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
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Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired and real calm
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You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
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The way we blow SHIT is a shame
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Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
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Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz
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Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
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Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
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Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
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That's my specialty, more to bust
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Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
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I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
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Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
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S-5, blowin through Asbury
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Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
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Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse's
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Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
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God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
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See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
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Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
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Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
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Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
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[GZA]
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Move up the block, giant box blast my song
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Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
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Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
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Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
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I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
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Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union
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Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
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Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
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Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
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He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
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This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
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was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
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Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
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Starlight scope, with the night vision device
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Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
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Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
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[*GUNBLAST*]
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The Monument
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Wu-Tang Clan |