[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
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Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)
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Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me)
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Nigga, L.A.D. (six times I'll)
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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 greatest 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 the brand new 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 toker
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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 soldiers, you're out of position
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Guns go off, Shams is a greatest fan
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A rhyming gallop 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 we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
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Try, play me today, I'm a 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 Guana
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Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
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Study lessons in Athena, 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 rumor 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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Who 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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Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
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Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu
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Cause I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel
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Galosh is by B.U.F.U., By us fuck you,
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Try us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but him buck too, nigga
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Sip the Grey Goose, and conned it, 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 Halle Burton
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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, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda
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Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters
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But won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make
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Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
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Please who 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 pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up
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How 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 apparel, 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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Fire engulfed the 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 n |