(feat. Dexter Wiggles)
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[Intro: RZA]
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Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies
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No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World
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[Inspectah Deck]
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I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip
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Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with
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So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare
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Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware
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The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth
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Polly with the wild life, cannibal out
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Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette
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Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech
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Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep
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Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
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Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids
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Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip
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Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips
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In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips
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Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick
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She like, this your pussy, and she smash my click
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Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall
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Niggaz straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board
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Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law
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Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw'
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Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war
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See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more
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We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating
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So without reason, pounds are squeezing
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The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM
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Bitches ride like the Scream Machine
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For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans
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Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams
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[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles (RZA)]
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If real niggaz is listening, the life we living in, is wrong
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(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)
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Back for transitions, to save us from harm
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We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind
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But if we run the race like a thug
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We would lose that mind that we made of
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[RZA]
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You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill
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Liable to pull a knife from out of his heal
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Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand
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One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand
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You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this
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You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed
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One man, can't uplift the land
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Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans
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See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant
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Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop vintage
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Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
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He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizzes
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[Chorus 2X]
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Unpredictable
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Wu-Tang Clan |