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[RZA:]
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Son I just slapped my bitch
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Came to my crib 'bout half past six
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Kid's in shitty diapers, no food was fixed
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I was like, "Yo bitch - why ain't no food fixed?"
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She on the phone with her friend talkin bout dick
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I snatched the receiver from that bitch like CLICK
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She got all excited, tryin to throw fit
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Swung at me then I swung back - BITCH!
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[Method Man:]
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What you in fo'? It happened in the club
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with some thugs I was at the bar, smokin bud, hollerin at love
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Ladybug was playin in my peachfuzz, she was
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Talkin hot fudge, can't nobody do it like she does
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in the hot tub - didn't know her man was in the club
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And honey dove never mentioned that she had a scrub
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It must have been the drugs or the alcohol buzz, had me
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shootin my game like a thirty-eight snub baby
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Let's cut a rug, that's when I felt a shove
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What the blood do - actin like he won the Golden Gloves
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I get one for holdin grudge, but if this kid throw a slug
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I'ma throw a slug - that's how we be rollin cuz
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I see this dud tryin to play me like a pair of Lugz
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Big John Stud, Goldschlager in a golden mug
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What you in fo'?
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[Streetlife:]
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I'm locked down for tryin to hold my block down since a shorty
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The Old Earth was like, "Street put the glock down"
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I was raised in slums, love how the gun sounds
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and now I got one - c'mon, who wanna front now?
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Sunup to sundown, ready for showdown
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Whoever wanna throw down, the gangsters better slow down
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Wake up, before you be in a cell with forty of us
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(What you in fo'?) In for murder over money love and lust
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(What you in fo'?) In for life, don't let me tell you twice
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I might bang you twice and take double the life
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What you in fo'?
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[Raekwon the Chef:]
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Jail status - get up
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Wash a nigga mattress faggot, you heard about me right?
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Pass off them packages cat, you gotta eat to live
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Meet the crib; got a hundred starvin niggaz in here big
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So pop off, drugs that's props, bring in
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glocks we call 'em oxes
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Be a real live nigga, swing mops and shit, take over shit
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Fuck the C.O.'s, aiyyo Boo, I need clothes
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Slide brokers where phones get hid
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Fuck with Russians and Latins
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The most powerful marble black slipper style
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Goin out thrashin niggaz, kicks get thrown
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Big sizes, sleep in your boots, 4000 rugged F Troops
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Notarized wigs, lay six months
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That's alright dog, make it home Lord
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Heard you admit it in the box, slid it under walls
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Bang monster anger
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Bop through the halls with bangers
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Live God like the Abbot of all chambers..
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What You In Fo'
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