Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
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Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)
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Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you heard of me)
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Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill)
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Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)
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GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)
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Legendary...
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[Scaramanga Shallah]
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Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams
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Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams
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Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big cables of sands
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Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten
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We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
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Take it to the hands like Duran and Leonard
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Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him
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You dealing with a night stick choker
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The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker
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And the set, devoted to opening your neck
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With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
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Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
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As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
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Little soldier, you're out of position
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Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
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A rob and gather reporter, columns are lost
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White five, black five, with dollars to toss
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Twisted by the dark side of the force
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Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
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You're off sides in the fort
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We are survivors of the war of good and evil
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I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle
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With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..
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[La the Darkman]
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Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana
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How he used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
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Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana
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From, far with the K, or up close with the llama
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I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana
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Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
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Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer
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So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
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Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme
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So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing
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Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime
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I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team
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Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
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Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam
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Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be
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La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general
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[Ras Kass]
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Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
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That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
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When you mention me, not about penitentiary
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Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
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Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu
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Cuz I'm original, like blacks for larger jewels
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Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U
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Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga
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Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room service
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In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these street scholars
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Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar
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Bush gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton
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For troops support efforts in Iraq
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Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that
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The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda
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Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters (damn!)
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But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make
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Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
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Plus a 25 extra taking fire in combat
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Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at
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18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'
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But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at
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I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough
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To piss in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up
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Hot bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt
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[GZA]
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Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block
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With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks
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Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame
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The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top
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Acquiring power through growth and development
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On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
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The brutality of war, never changes
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And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous
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Fired and off tha set, they feel the threat, greater than
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What they ever had, experienced yet
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Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill
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Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge i |