[U-God]
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Yo.. yeah
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Don't erase none of that good shit in the beginnin
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Yo.. spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya
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Yo.. yo.. pinky ring shit, yo
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That pinky ring shit yo
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It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid
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Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic
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Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
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The vandal's back, hands on Angela Bassett
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I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered
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No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record
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Broken down and crafted in seconds
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Lady's choice, the golden voice still peppered
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Better, respect it, bitch believe
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I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves
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I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe
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Fix your weave, behold my expertise
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[Chorus: Wu-Tang Clan]
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I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
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I got my uzi back - you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch
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We in them authentic alley switchin joints
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Major general niggaz, five stars
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Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms
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Silencers, garbage bags of hash
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For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash
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Gash you out your burner fast
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You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
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[Chorus]
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Yo what the fuck yo?! Yo what the fuck y'all comin for?
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Get the fuck away from my door!
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We got big guns in here, coke over there
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With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
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And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with the pink lips
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Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers
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The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin
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Big cat nigga all season
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On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice
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Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought FUBU
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Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out
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Eighteen karat rap between noodles
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[Chorus]
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[RZA]
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Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up
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I saw (?) sippin Henny from a iced out cup
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Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip
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I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
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Now what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin?
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Ain't tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin
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Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post
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Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
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Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
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Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
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Bdoodoodoo! I'm up at the Wu library
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Readin Malcolm's, ".. Any Means Necessary"
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[Method Man]
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John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice
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So nice like New York they had to name him twice
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Name your price, I black out then change the lights
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Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
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Don't fuck with mine, Clan give you lumps in nine
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Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine
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Culture shock, for some of us that's all we got
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Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
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[Inspectah Deck]
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New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss
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Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force
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I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
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You crabs test, can't measure the threat
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I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
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Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna
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Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
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I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
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Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
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My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
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The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
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Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
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[Masta Killa]
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This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head
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I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
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Hit Chef for the rice and peas
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Nuff respect Father E tumbled at ease
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My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
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They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
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Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
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Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
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[GZA]
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From dark matter to the big crunch
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The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
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Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable
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Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
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So you compare contrast but don't blast
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through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
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Watch the block thirst for one beca |