[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
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On the firing line... lock, one round load
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Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
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Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention
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[Raekwon]
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Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp
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Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
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Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
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Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
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Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
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'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
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Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
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King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
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Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
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Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
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Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
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Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread
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High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me
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Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
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Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
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Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast
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Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones
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Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
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With water, dough, acid and gold classics
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All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit
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Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets)
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Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing)
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[Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)]
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Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up)
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[Inspectah Deck]
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The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change
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Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein
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Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
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Used to be a general, just lost your spot
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Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth
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Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
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Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
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Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
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Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing
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The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
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Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
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(It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it
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Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg
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Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
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Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only
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Sharp with perfection, homey, ya mind is a weapon
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[Interlude: movie sample]
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Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax
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Word... Word...
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[Chorus: Method Man (U-God)]
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First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh?
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(We gon' take it back with this)
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By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
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(We gon' take it back with this)
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Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
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(We gon' take it back with this)
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When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember
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(We gon' take it back with this... let's go)
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like
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Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd
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Fake passports and visas, all of my goons
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They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure
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Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published
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Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us
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This is real talk, shank lullabyes
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Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
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Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
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Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post
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Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area
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Ain't tryin' to hurry up
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We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia
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No matter the crime, I'm beating the case
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If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face
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Shitting shanks out, come to court dates
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Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine
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[U-God]
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Talk to me, my criminal mystique
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Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
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Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat
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I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek
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And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork
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Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
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And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
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Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless
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The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest?
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S.K., no stungun, smooth devices
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Time Crisis, I played the game, low l |