[Ghostface Killah:]
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Yo, behind those mahogany walls
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Indoor pools with steel doors, flipping eggs over in my silk drawers
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While I"m charging my cell, sparking the L
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Baby mother reading my mail, just that they switched seats
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To another jail, and his banger is old fire
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He's locked up with them dudes from the fucking Wire
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That's when I passed her the bone, started to cough
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And flossed all through the house, robe on, ruger out
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Homebuyers see the sign, yeah ya'll, I'm moving out
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In front of the crib, niggas flipped, I had to shoot it out
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Thirty G, living room sets, porcelain plates
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With big giant wall units, even the front grass
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Saw your boy doing it, Tone Stark he'll never fall
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I even put work in, under the floor
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In the box with the ox, and my skeleton jaw
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Tell 'em soldiers I'm in the bush if the President call
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[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
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Get 'em, the'll be nothing but smooth sailing
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When the heat shot, now your crew's bailing
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I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down
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Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found
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[Method Man:]
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Man I thought we told ya'll niggas before, Wu-Tang is for the children
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P.O.'s violate your dirty urine
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These dealers in the lobby of my building, ice grilling
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I don't catch cold to catch feelings
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I put in that work, then catch millions
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If that don't work, back to stealing
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Snatch me a purse, and stack real in
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Meth, I'm that dealing, millionaire, slash chameleon
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I mastered the juks, one of my niggas "Masta, killing"
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Spray shots, clap civilians at the dealing table
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Off of the love of crack dealing
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Once again the fatal, flying guillotine, the millions
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Paper rob me able, my woman is all pre-matul
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I got mouths to feed, nigga, and I'm the hand that rocks the cradle
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Just like Hova, but I ain't trying to 'roc' the label
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I'm a soldier, I stay on job, me, eye a coka
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Honey's wanna fuck and the industry fucks 'em over
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[Chorus]
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[Streetlife:]
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I got my Ghostface on, cause I'm a Killah
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I live the Streetlife, why, I'm that nigga
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Label me a beast, call me U-Godzilla
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When I rumble in the jungle, I go gorilla
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Step on the set, Inspectah Deck you
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Dead in your face, straight RZArect you
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You highly mistaken, I'm hotter than Satan
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Catch me in the kitchen with blood on Chef apron
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I'm known to, Cap a Don, big gun in my palm
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I'm like my arm is gone, plus I Masta the Kill
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Give you something, you can really feel
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Got many Methods to kill a Man, if it's real, you real
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The world's worse like Dirt McGirt
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Fuck a bitch raw dog, then dig in her purse
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Yeah that boy's a Genius, I stay fresh like I'm straight out the cleaners
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I walk hard like a criminal, holding my penis
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[Chorus]
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Smooth Sailing (Remix)
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Method Man |