[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
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Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah
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Lets stand up y'all
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What up, we on the rise
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10304 types
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Move with The Movement
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Its like Roy Jones said
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What's that son
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Y'all must of forgot or sutten word
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Yo INS
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[Inspectah Deck]
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We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls
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Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world
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I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks
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On some Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my flicks
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Might creep through ya town all wrong
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Half a bone, twenty inch chrome
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Illuminatin' off ya dome
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Like OT status, the one to get at
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Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map
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Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached
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Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat
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Fuck the media hype, I'm into Stereotype
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Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice
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All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist
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Only for ayallytes with the target sliced
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Now the parasite blined by your neon light
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Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see
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[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
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Heads get ripe off-a this
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Thug all night off-a this
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Ladies fight off-a this
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This is That Shit
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The Projects flip off-a this
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The trees get lent off-a this
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Crash your whip off-a this
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Cuz this is That Shit
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak
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We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat
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Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat
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No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep
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Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate
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Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque
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Been around the world, put a house on the hill
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But still greasy like the corner store grill
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We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price
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Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life
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See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on
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Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns
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Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit
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Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it
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Big boys step through, they all step aside
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They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise
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[Chorus]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Heads get ripe off-a this
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Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness
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Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness
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In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift
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Like this, like that, put pressure on rap
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Cheques stack, watch a sex trap
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Shorty through an X in my 'yac
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Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact
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I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track
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Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown
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Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town
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Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big
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Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig
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For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks
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Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this
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Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters
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Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words
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[Chorus]
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That S*! T
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Inspectah Deck |