[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
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"Peace God"
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"Peace to the Gods"
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"How you God?"
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"Studyin one-twenty right now"
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"Mmmm"
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"Call me back at the God Hour"
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[Raekwon the Chef]
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The Fuck?
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It's just the new way of thinkin
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Light up the broccoli kid
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Throw the relish in my back pocket
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Keep your eyes open
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Push your seat back, just flow...
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That's how we doin it
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Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
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Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
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Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
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Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal
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Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
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Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
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When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable
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Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem
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Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket
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Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
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Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
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Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
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[God] New York projects
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[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
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[Method Man]
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Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
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Behind every fortune there's a crime
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This technique is tech-9
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Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
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This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
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Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry
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Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
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Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
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Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
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Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
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Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
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Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
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Double oh-seven mark
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The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
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Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
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Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
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[God] Projects
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[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin
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[Ghostface Killah]
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Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob
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I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
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Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe
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Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
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Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
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Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
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Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
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Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
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Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's
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TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
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Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
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All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
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Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
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Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
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Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
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Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
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You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
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Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
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Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones
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The Projects
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Wu Tang Clan |