| You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on ya’ll
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| Appear bizarre, Ol' Dirty boulevard
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| I’ve known global law, take his head Ceasar
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| Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star
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| God bless the dead, 2Pac Shakur
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| You can’t divide war, this slim galore
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| Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo
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| With a bad hot ho, only cocaine up the nose
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| Incognito, defeat me, how so?
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| Rap K’d O, money green playin', go
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| Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video
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| Made me blow, on rap radio (Wu, Wu)
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| Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up
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| New York City stand up, New York City stand up
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| «For the ladies who know me, tell me how the fuck I be» ODB
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| «Dirty…» — Kelis
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| Brooooklyyyyyyyyyyn Zu, came through with the baby blue
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| Me and my brother Dirt Dog
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| Mama made breakfast today, with no hog
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| We hustle in the street, niggas ain’t fuckin' with Wu, so roll deep
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| Born God Body with the vest of heat
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| When the Bee Sting hit, niggas move they feet
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| Yo, we banned from the club, you best to not sleep
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| Keep somethin' on the waves, thug passion with the Alize’s
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| Smack 85 percenters, right in they face
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| On some black pimpin' shit, like my dun-dun Huey
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| God Squad in the building, big bags of ooey
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| Push the phat shit like Dutch Tsasui
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| RZA bring all the shit, fuck these clowns
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| Ason Unique, yeah baby, hold me down
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| Original tag team, S.I. City
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| Ain’t nothin' sweet kid, ain’t nothin' pretty
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| Wu-Tang Forever, kid, keep it gritty
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| Call me Osirus, lyrical virus
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| Ol' school fire, straight from lockdown
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| Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown
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| O.D.B., now with Roc now
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| Oh baby, dedicated to all the pretty girls
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| All the pretty girls in the world, and the ugly girls too
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| Cuz to me you pretty anyway, baby |