| Yo *echoes*
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| Older cats *echoes*
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| Yo *echoes*
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| Whassup Rae? |
| What’s going on Son?
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| Whattup dude?
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| Yeah, I ain’t see y’all cats in a long time
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| Check it, yo
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| Y’all better be on that shit too
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| Older cats max with young godz who got the guns
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| KnowhatI’msayin son?
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Y’all the little y’all the youth coming up
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| Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums
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| KnowhatI’msayin son?
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| Yo son
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| Of the young Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done
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| You the first man, you go first son
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| I mobb deep
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| , in cherry Cherokees I forever be
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| On some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City
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| Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun
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| Stapleton is where I’m from
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| And been down for years stayed on point like stairs (yeah, word up)
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| Cause the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career
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| I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I learned ta
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| Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner
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| And squeeze, if I get front on my nine millimi
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| Will have my enemies, behind trees
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| Niggas that think they live cause they puff a little lye
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| Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don’t think they’ll kill us
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| Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
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| You right about that kid
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Now yo y’all just keep everything moving you know
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| Or get stung by the killer bee sting from the slums
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| The beat is sounding like Star Trek
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| Of the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue
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| So yo, youknowhatI’msayin Son?
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| Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon
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| I meditate then swing with the force of mountains
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| Brain cells is able to be
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| bi-debatable
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| When I think it’s hazardous to your ozone layer
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| A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my silencer
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| Causes niggas to hush, then I rush, like Manchus
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| Who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels
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| I live by name and cut veins
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| Burning bodies into flames
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| Between my anger, I lock down every chamber
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| Hillside strangeler
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| , a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
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| Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
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| Build off of rhymin calisthetics
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| I’m determined, I raise a army like Hitler young Germans
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| And become the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera
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| They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time)
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| By giving butterfly stitches, bear witness
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| As I hang with Jehovah’s Witnesses
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| Older cats max with young godz that got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the slums
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| From the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
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| Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do
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| Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
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| I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme
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| Libra is my sign, and can’t stand swine
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| When I dine, the automatic weapon
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| Got niggas steppin, in the opposite direction
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| My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns
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| My proposition, meaning you go round for round
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| Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier
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| Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite
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| The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks
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| Or you’ll be rhyming with a broke back
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| Niggas talk about they rollin deep up in here
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| The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
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| Older…
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| Yo, y’all calm down man calm down calm down
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| Yeah, and yo
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| Now yo, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| I wanna tell y’all
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| Y’all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp
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| Aiyyo Rae, you got Killa Sin
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| YouknowhatI’msayin?
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| Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child
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| So just take your time and handle life as it comes
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| Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through
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| Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do
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| Showin and provin youknowhatI’msayin? |
| Shaolin forever
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| Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war fuck the peace
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| Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach
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| In the summer, number one gunner run for cover
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| Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Glover
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| I cock back, action packed raps and gats
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| Niggas trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks
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| Another day nother body dropped you better keep your shottie cocked |
| For actin snotty Hobbes catch karate chops
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| Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day
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| You better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray
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| We never play with commercialism
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| The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism
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| My terrordome be a clever poem let it be known
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| I’m packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones
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| My crew’s sicker than that AIDS shit
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| While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shift
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| My right hand man, myself and the Clan
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| Gun and mic stands reverses help me see my first a hundred grand
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| And to my Physical one love power crazy real
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| For all them carbon copy niggas lurkin in the rap deal
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| Older cats max, the young godz yo they got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
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| Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads with the tongue
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| Older cats max, young godz got the guns
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| Out of town niggas best to run
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| Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out
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| Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
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| From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
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| From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue
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| Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung
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| Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young
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| Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
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| Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Aiyyo stop it
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| Older cats max but young godz they got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum
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| From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
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| Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue
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| Older cats max but young godz got the guns
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| Out of town Big Willie niggas best to run
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| Or get stung… |