(featuring Crooked I, E-40, Jayo Felony, King Tech, Lady Platinum, Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard & W.C.)
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[Intro: RZA (King Tech)]
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Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city
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But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up)
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Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint)
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Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you)
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[E-40]
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I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice
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Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced
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I'm the coldest M.C. in the game
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And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name
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Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite
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Every time I open mouth, these suckas bite
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I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to
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Somebody call the pastor
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[Crooked I]
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We got realest long beats
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Flows stop, make the beat go ---
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I'm in the Coup with the seats low
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Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close
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We leaving holes in your cheap clothes
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My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster
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Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat
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Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing
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Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up?
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[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}]
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We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it}
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(We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it}
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[Method Man]
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Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother
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That baby mother's like baby powder and there another
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M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers
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When my teeth get yellow, I spit butter
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By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now
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Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand
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Now what's the game plan, let money change hand
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I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang
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[RZA]
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Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city
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But I walk down the block, flash my glock on the jiggies
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An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock
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Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock
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Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops
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Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch
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Big bouncers the size of Sasquath
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Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Jayo Felony]
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Do I have to assassinate them?
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Man, I leave 'em with no altimatum
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I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes
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But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em
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Or will they catch me and charge me
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On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God
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Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride
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She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side
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Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering
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Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing
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[W.C.]
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Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set
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And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect
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It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker
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Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker
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Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak
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Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks
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Fo' sure, a nigga will say, 'yo, it's Dub C'
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40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo
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[Chorus 2X]
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We Pop (Remix)
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