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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics - Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber

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[Intro:] Take that motherfucker GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!! Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo, set it off [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore but giving you more and more, like ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks A'ight I kick it like a Night Flite! Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite! Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my beats just break you down Raw sound, we going to war right now So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it [Verse Two: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do More than Spike Lee's Do I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha monks with the owls So who's the fucking man Meth-Tical On the chessbox [Verse Three: Inspector Deck] Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a madman It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic Representing with the skill that's iller Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer] Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic Flashback's how I attacked your whole project I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill like me Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex' So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave [Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA] Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong winds up against your Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics [Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior Killer Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, bury ya This experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE [Verse Seven: Genius/GZA] My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow! Now it's all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers

Back Against The Wall

CRUCIAL CONFLICT "Good Side, Bad Side"
Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G-A-D-E and Conflict Load em' up and bust a (?) Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all y'all I'm ready to brawl at all times, don't give a fuck who I'm up against As long as I can take everyone in my circle If you really wanna know, nigga most peronal My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage I'm comin' out with full intentions, be takin' these niggas to other levels Bringing drama like Physco, going through cycles Every trip that I take be suicidal living like Waco So I'm down to ride, down to do whatever, whenever, the weather Look I could not really care, on another page, through the blaze I'm 'a get at em' Nasty, come and get mashed You wanna up gats, you'd better be strapped Ain't got time to change em' my my mind is finally made up Thinking just fuck em' all up Pop with the glock, on spot, if it's hot, I got a two-shotter pump Just to get a nigga bumped and put up in the trunk If you wanna get tough enough, you get bucked, blast Put him on down and out, wildin' out done got you shot Should have been down to put a rock in your sock But your sock got a whole, and I'm on cocked Back with the sack in the rodeo pack Get back, I make a nigga get slapped in the face with the gate I'm 'a let the cult demonstrate The conflict gettin' crucial when the raw be killing em' Come thirsty nigga Punks be denied, ready to ride,willing to die, feeling me now Nigga get the right act in your mind Nigga get the acts back in a row right Act that jaw, to the right axe saw Ain't no thang bigger, and I'm a' back em' all Temptations trump tall, upskirts Let em' deal with the hurt, quick fast ways Take that motherfucker, it's Wildstyle Take your weak ass niggas along, fuck Bone Dissin' my home, sayin' we clone If your ass want to battle, boy I'll take it to the chrome That's right, my city gonna ride with the Flic', die with the Flic' What you wanna get on, what's up? Cut the bullshit, get em' with the bidness There's gangbanging in my blood, no love Get slugged, body drug through the mud, bring it on let's thug Cause we comin', straight young gunnin', catching niggas running Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none Bone killer, killer to the bone, I got that home address Y'all niggas better leave it alone, this Raw Dope life or death hook Any time or place let's go, down for the cause, strapped to draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2) Let's get bucked til' this bitch catch fire Look a' here, we the rodeo riders, crucial colliders, crucial killers (?) fighters, wild west-siders You can't have the truth, the truth like liars It's on tonight, so know We having fun making highways on your crossroads, overload The fuck E coming back in the form of the Messiah, tight like pliers Cutting perfect wires, hide like Mayans The reason they singing the blues is cause these niggas need to retire More of a musical wiser So I advise you to get up and be done Give me the bone, those motherfucking niggas really don't want none Pop for the Wild-Wild, feel the buck, cook em' up pow-pow Give it up for the Chi town, nigga watch out, get knocked out the box Roll with the top-notch heat pop pop For the plot and we dropping em' Unstoppable, cocking em', leaving em' dead When they lay in the land of the raw, nigga what you seen, what you saw The nigga 4 deuce stack em' all Bringing the C-O-N-Flict team from R-E-N-E-G-A-D-E's Got four others now and take everything you own Now as serious as I am, why am I so serious now Cause it's been no time for games playing around wastin' your life Quit talking crap and pullin' Pussy gonna get you killed if you don't use it Got go-getters, plenty missles, stop em' drop em' and I'm wishing Who that fucking with your eyes Got you blind to the fact that it's us against all, back to the wall Violent lessons jumping off unless you all to the raw It's the bull and the rope and I'm making you choke Travel the world with us people and folk Tell us go watch everywhere that we go But we still keeping it dope yo' Niggas just bark for some Kibbles and Bits Niggas don't know about this lyrical shit ?Life or death?, Renegades, Realer and Flic' Coming through your town and killing your clique hook I'm a hit a nigga up so truly gooly, he wouldn't understand it Recognize me in this shit as a chief I said And run up to me with your shit, go on and do it, cause I would Fuck this motherfucking status shit, I'm bringing the goods And tempting their manhoods, to think they could even fuck with me Call me Coldhard (?), busting shit from 'cross the street nigga Throw all my cards to box with 'em Cars are still deep but your sound was still illing What the fuck, you niggas think I'm chilling cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll bust on one of you stupid ass niggas for being a fool Stroll through, I'm heated Them gats combusting rapid at your whole crew Get called for disaster cause we strapped and let the dogs loose Hit the main man with the deuce, for the high tech shit fucked up With Flic' now its on with you, you scared, ? out your ? in bed Sissy ass nigga we really ain't done shooting the lead Split your cabbage to the red for fucking with us Now we sick in the head nigga By all means, it really don't stop, stay out the dark Keep messing get marked Face to face I'm 'a check them phonies That don't want none trying to diss my homies Roll and rocker creeping through your city Bone crusher when I slap you silly Bone rusher when my mac milli catch a toe tag for touching my billi Who the fuck want some drama, I'm a' slice 'em up, dice 'em up I'm 'a cut their head off then neck I'm feel like I spent twenty years down in Tibet Rumbles, give me red ass knuckles, knuckles hit his eye like buckles Buckles keep 'em spit like Ruffles Fuck it, like a must we buck it hook

Fly On The Wall

JAY ROCK "90059"
[Ab-Soul:] Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away [Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] There was a young ghetto child going wild after running 'round Who came from a happy home, then got lost in the jungle Hit a lick for like ten chicks Brought it back to the bricks then got everybody rich Started his own clique, recruited all piranhas His favorite phrase: that's on hundreds His niggas trained to go Wherever he point, you got shitted on Or smoked like a joint Here comes the line-up, first 48 people remain silent All his goons still remain violent Damn, there goes another body, oh shit, sirens Another bite the dust like Mickey Thompson tires Lights flashing, niggas stunt like the grammys No one’s exempt, they’ll sell a rock to your granny Now this is the part where jealousy comes out to play Hood politics official when they want you out of the way Now back then we ain't never mention this word ‘Cause if you caught snitching consequences fo sho Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome And no feelings is shown Then look inside the eyes of these killers A blank stare, that's different than stones Got you wondering, where in life, where they went wrong? Don't wanna cross these types, if you do think twice It's life saving, don't get caught slipping when you ice skating [Hook - Jay Rock:] When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Now when the sun rise, this young man sees money's a big deal New Chevelle, wipe in the morning dew cross his windshield Killer's saturation while the smokers run through sanitation For the bags of hands, this young man, calculating for the long run Since ya homies been on one lately No one's safe, he keeping his chrome off safety Headed to the function, momma's gone, they children out cussin' See this young man hit this bitch for all them niggas she fuckin' Knowin' one man's been intimate touchin' Til the big homie found out, gave his ass a concussion He don't want nothin' now, he walkin' on crutches now Couldn't see him from the shoulders He thinkin' how can he buck him down Hold up, the eyes is watchin' Gotta be more smart now, devise this option Watch how the plot thickens The clock tickin', his weak spot is a thot Just notice he can't stop trickin', got him Now this how it starts He take a bat when he know to go play with his heart Had his nose wide open while gettin' head at the park She set the GPS location like this where we park Now you know what's next It's crazy how life can end all through a text Got us wishin' we was all born with a vest I know you prolly witnessed it all But picture the vision from the fly on the walll [Hook - Jay Rock:] When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall When you stand still you could witness it all Picture the vision from the fly on the wall [Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:] Jay Rock what up though? I'm here with you Let's give 'em a classic, you know I'm here and prepared with you Keep niggas inspired, you know I'm comin' to share it with you And when the wheels fall off I'll get out and put on a spare with you Let me be real with you, mhmm It's been selected, let me give you my fly on the wall perspective Sometimes niggas don't listen, I'm hopin' this serves its purpose Cause that's some of the realest shit that you talked about in them verses Hopin' they feel this shit despite how the devils is workin' To avoid tellin' on myself, I try to speak in third person See we done been through some shit, throughout my lifeline We was flies on the wall too from the shit we seen in our lifetime And through these songs there were digressions Some stories we shared through music Question if we in our right mind Now I'm a new fuckin' fly on the wall I wanna see how many rappers really write rhymes And we've been rockin' for a long time, Jay Rock They ain't got a clue of the timing I heard about you from Slay when you started shinin' They ain't knowin' this our fourth collab from 2009 and Slay heard about you from my nigga Wack But they ain't know when Top Dawg introduced you, nigga The way we out, we always give you crack Not knowin' that we had the raw just to split you, niggas To tell the truth there's no problem we can't solve So let me tell the truth, again I'm so proud of how you evolved And while me and Jay Rock kill these niggas 'til they dissolve I hope you appreciate my view as the biggest fly on the wall

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit

Snoop Doggy Dog
From Murder Was The Case soundtrack (Lil' Style) Nine in the mornin, feds at my door (my door) Lou Cortez creakin cross the hardwood floor (right) Dippin thru the alley I made my escape Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape Man with no music but happy he's free Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC Remotely controlled by the bomb-ity But just livin in big city is a serious task Didn't know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask (Snoop Doggy Dogg) We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick How does it feel to see a G from your clique? Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?) Last night's dice game got my win on About a G and a half is what I come with but twenty five G's is what I left with *?Teatley?* was the word I heard I went deep in my pockets and threw my stars on the cone Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie Seven-four-four-tre back to back I sent two fools back to their lizzack (Kurupt) See now I'm off to the graveyard shift and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip But I chill cos my ho might call Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall And I takes a quick walk up the block with my Glock cocke, ready to make a stop where I set up shop on 59th and 8th Ave where all the homies be hangin That's where a nigga'll be slangin I'm makin a cool grip of shit, this ain't me so I put my chips together and cops a quarter ki And now the shops on deck and everything that's mines I protect with a Tek, I don't half step Now I got ends and I'm rollin a Lexus, fuck a Benz, and so many new friends But I could only trust a few and unawarely I trusted you But if only G (Snoop) It's Snoop, homies from the motherfuckin get-go Devoted and quotin, back in '84 I was thirteen, G was a year older but I still wadn't afraid to throw him from his shoulders Gettin good on the hood was the anticipation and yeah, King Park was the destination Every nigga that I knew was at the Park that night even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight (Lil' Style) Back on the streets, straight blue and grey cos I represent like every day Nigga you can't tell me I don't be on the spot when I can tell you all the homies that done get shot From at least about five years ago when I was in junior high goin to Marshall The homey use to come up to the school and rock and leave and have the bitches flockin his jock Damn them was the days of the past but since the Pizzound formed we been whippin people's ass And everybody a blast and if you don't believe me nigga you can axe the homey Daz And that's your ass Fucked around and let Young Swoop take your cash (ha ha) He didn't even run, he walked away (bust) cos I let it sit that day I wished I was there I would've clowned but that's why we axed your bitch ass from the Pound Cos he wouldn't even squad back Man we can't fuck with no niggas like that He'll get us all cracked If the police was behind us, he wouldn't even jump out with the strap Now that's what I call a beeyatch! (Beeiyitch!) I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah) (Snoop) Some of these nigga are bitches too And some of these niggas look just like you So if you've ever been *?toetone?* go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you'll get stole on (Dat Nigga Daz) It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin Now as I perceive to get G to a tee And before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection and let me dial slow, flossin, tossin a bitch (bitch) Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention Shoot five niggas, shoot ten Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends Seven, goddamn it, when it deal A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me (Snoop) Now I knew that them niggas couldn't get at you So what made them niggas try to spit at you Disrespect a gang that snitch on you Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too (Young Swoop) Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? (ha ha) Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you Cos when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quota PC is the season and I don't smoke blunt It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plottin Come up off a young nigga, call his shots Swoop G ain't the one, I do its to be done (aah) Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1 It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know about the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho Swoop G by the fuckin L-B's-C None of these nigga wanna fuck with these (aah) Swoop G, Swoop G, G

Ambitionz Az A Ridah

2PAC "All Eyez On Me"
[1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) [1] - [2Pac speaking over background] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a nigga that get down for theirs Constantly, money over bitches [2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah.. [2] - [2Pac speaking over background] Not bitches over money Stay on your grind nigga My ambitions as a ridah! My ambitions as a ridah! [2Pac] So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin without heart Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public My attitude was, 'Fuck it,' cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her while she hot, and horny, go up inside her Then I spit some game in her ear, 'Go to the tele hoe' You put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From hustlin and prayers, to breakin motherfuckers to pay-up I got no time for these bitches, cause these hoes tried to play us I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin Competition got me ripped, on that bullshit they stressin (boo-yaa!) I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory No guts no glory my nigga bitch got the game distorted Now it's on and it's on because I said so Can't trust a bitch in the bidness so I got with Death Row Now these money hungry bitches gettin suspicious Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah) Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night Got problems then handle it, motherfuckers see me These niggaz is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention to my amibitions as a ridah [Chorus: 2Pac] [singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me [singing] My ambitions as a ridah [singing] Got the police bustin at me But they can't do nuttin to a G [Tupac] (I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah) Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise above these jealous coward mutherfuckers I despise When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine I'm ready to die right here tonight, and motherfuck they life (yeah nigga!) That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you niggaz got?) witness my steel Spittin at adversaries envious and after me I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught (Shoot!) Fuck doin jail time, better day, sacrifice Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson Thuggin for life and if you right then nigga die for it Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah [Chorus] [Tupac] My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck) didn't diminish my powers so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin menace, they cowards That's why they tried to set me up Had bitch-ass niggaz on my team, so indeed, they wet me up But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated At the time I caught the perfect way that God made it Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary For money, I'll have these motherfuckers buried (I been) gettin much mail in jail, niggaz tellin me to kill it Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the shit inside the cry from all your people when they find her Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it Revenge on them niggaz that played me, and all the cowards that was down widdit Now it's yo' nigga right beside ya Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention to my ambitions as a ridah [Chorus 2.5X]

Hail Mary (Rmx Eminem Busta Rhymes)

Hail Mary 2003 (Ja Rule Diss) (feat. 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes) [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti [2x] Come get me If you mothafuckers want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja, na na na na na na na na [Eminem] You ain't no killa, you a pussy That exstacy dun' got you all emotional and moushy Bitches wearin rags in photos, Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin See 50 comin for me, Oh my God my, my position No one will pay attention To me, please Gotti, here I go Gimme this pill, exstacy dun' got me feelin so Invincible Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit Sayin mothafucka's name's before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker [Eminem Sings] Come get me Motherfucker, If you want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na ,na, na, na, na Get off that E Before you try to come and fuck with me It's Aftermath here now Shady Records got it locked La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la [50 Cent] Penetenturies is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin Insitutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from the cell, G-Unit mothafucka, WE BALLIN Catch me countin trees and when I'm callin Can you set my car, Ceo let me sip on Henessy, 'Can I sip some more?' Hell, I done been in jail, I ain't scared Momma checkin in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it Mothafuckas thinkin they can stop 50... they losin it Lil' nigga named Ja, think he live like me Talkin about he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies nigga I rejected deposit When your lil sweet ass comin out of the closet now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out next time grown folks talkin bitch close your mouth Peep me I take this war shit deeply Seen too many real niggas ballin let these bitch niggas beat me yous a mothafuckin punk and you dont see me with gloves quit scarin them fuckin kids with ya ulgy ass mug and you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want but you and i know whats goin on Nigga pay back Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back Witness be strap with max You know I don't play that All these old rappers tryin to advance its all over now -- take it like a man HAHA--Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick tryin to playa hate on my shit- Made of fat dick Lovin this shit thats how you made me feelin like I got you niggas crazy Against all odds up with my thug mothafuckas know This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow to the truest shit i ever spoke, 21 gun salute [Busta Rhymes:] Hey yo I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involvin with me for? It's been a long time comin like a bless and a check you see 106 and park fans don't even fuckin respect you Its kinda funny wanna be Pac, wanna fake like like he thug runnin around talkin shit that he ain't capable of now let me OFF this cock sucka watch me handle you nigga If i recall Violator used to manage you nigga then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc roster. Dumb ass Now who shoot?-- Ah made you look, you said Bus' singin the same ol' hook, You Stupid if yall shoot I take a look at ya man tha bitch shot himself infront of Def Jam Chedda Bob ass nigga start adjustin ya plan you let the streets down nigga 'pologize to ya fans watch ya pull a lil stunt like we ain't know where you are Lil faggot desperate tryin to establish a buzz I know tha shit is drivin you crazy You wonderin how The streets ain't never want you Beatrice what you gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then i'm beefin with you I think about tha game and what its like AH--WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU You finished I ain't tryin to repeat this just because I'm cool shouldn' take my kindness for weakness [Busta speakin] It was fun Next time you got a problem man, Address me before you make shit a public issue homie, Now i'ma return back to my regular self and have fun again -One

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