* mail corrections to [email protected]
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* This is the Wu-Tang Clan's cover version of Run-D.M.C.'s "Sucker MC's"
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[ODB]
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Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay
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[Meth]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
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Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
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Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
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Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us
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[RZA]
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Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
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Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather
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Make a better tomorrow
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Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
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The fire come, transmit vire come
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The higher sire come, we burn your wire
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Wu-Tang be number one...
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[Meth & RZA]
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Four years ago a friend of mine
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Asked me to say some MC rhymes
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So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
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The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
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Yo, we took a test to become an MC
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All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
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God threw me inside his Cadillac
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The chaffuer drove off and we never came back
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Meth cut the record down to the bone
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And now I rock solid chrome microphones
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Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
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Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...
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That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
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Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
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Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack
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I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
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Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
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Fly like a dove, that come from up above
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My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
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It's just a one two three a three a two one
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Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
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Blow them right in your face with the bass
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You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
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First come, first serve basis
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Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
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One of a kind for you people's delight
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And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
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Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
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Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
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Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
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And everybody know what you've been through
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It's the one two three three two one
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Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
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Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
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Come in first place in the real rap race
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Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
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You sucker MC, a sad face clown
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Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
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You drive a big car get your gas from Getti
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[ODB]
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I'm ODB in the place to be
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Didn't go to St. John's University
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In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
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A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
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I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
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She love filthy swine and my collard greens
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I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
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Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly
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If you wanna see
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Sucker MC's *
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Wu-Tang Clan |