| Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
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| Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
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| Yo, this is how we rock
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| This is how we rock
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| This is how we rock, rock
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| Hey you, blow your whistle
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| Yeah, we in the joint yo
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| We in the joint
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| Hey yo, hey, yeah, scream
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| Hey now, I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
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| (Ah shit!)
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| I want everyone to stand up and be counted tonight
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| (Stand up, yeah)
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| Brothers and sisters, if you know you’ve got your thing together
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| (Put your motherfuckin' hand in the air)
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| I want you to stand on up!
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| Now I got something to tell ya
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| (Swing it from left to right)
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| I’ll tell you, now that I think about it
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| (Yeah)
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| And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together
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| (Play with this, you can’t play with this)
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| Come on now, get a groove going
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| (Uh)
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| Yeah
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| Hey you, blow your whistle
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Yo tony, what up?
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| Heard your dick was good
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| You should know, yo I fucked you on the side of my hood
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| Never that dog
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| From where you can never hit it
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| Throw a razor in my mouth on the low
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| And suck ya dick wit' it
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| The world famous, priceless, still stainless dick
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| Pray over this, scoped ya love, nameless
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| Heavyweight dick in ya jaw
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| Good lickin' fom ya lips, now baby girl throw the song
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Aye yo Tony, you phoney
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| We both signed to Sony
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| But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a Pony, what
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| Yeah, what, put your money on my dick
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| Girls, all eyes on my dick
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Cats fatigued out, thinkin' they armies
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| My crew arms me with beats, how we swarm bee?
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| Who bang?, be’More and Wu Tang, new thang
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| Mad at how we do thangs, RZA cop me two fangs
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| Official, now I bite through gristle
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| Gold teeth style in from Philly to Stanton Island
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| While in the meantime, spit mean lines
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| Fuck clean rhymes, like mine’s grimmy
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| Like my niggas be
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| Picture me, coming off soft
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| Y’all just cough up shit, I swallow rhymes
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| Makin' bitches swallow 9's, re-define
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| This rap shit, make my shit a classic
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| Like Bethoven, stay posin'
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| For the camera, stamina
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| Like a crackhead, and crackheads are amateurs
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| You try me, no in-between like why to Z
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| Pick brains like labotomies
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| Still thoughts to charts of Billboard’s
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| Throw pour ill spores, leave niggsa stiff like still-born's
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| I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
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| (What, what, what)
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| I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
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| (Stand up baby, stand up baby)
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| Brothers and sisters, if you know you’ve got your thing together
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| I want you to stand on up!
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| (Stand up yo)
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| Now I got something to tell ya
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| I’ll tell you, now that I think about it
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| (Yeah, what, what, what)
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| And now I wanna tell ya how to get your thing together
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| I’m like Spider-Man's fifth brother up in the Clan
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| Drop like crap’s that’s scattered all up in ya van
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| Skelly-man crook, character star
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| In Donna Boines book
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| MG--M, Heaven and Hell, sat with the cook
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| With the big spice bone, red hair’s is killin' me
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| Knotted up, twisted and green
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| Seen them crystal’s in that rap yo
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| And get Barear
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| Bear hug and five hundred ounce of that Staision
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| Wild man, Sarah
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| Rush after hours, Alpha in the beds
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| Caked hands like Dai Smith, rap haggler with a fade
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| Magillia, Charli Baltimore with Hazel driftin' withdrawels
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| Wind Face start with the Killah
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| Stood still, a whole river chill
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| Looked up and got dogged, that’s when RZA started to build
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| Hey yeah!
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| I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
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| Hey yeah!
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| I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up
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| Hey you, blow your whistle
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| What, what, what, what!
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| Aye yo, you craze me, turtleneck nigga rockin' Pasley
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| Shots crazily, steady blazin' where the spaids be
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| Teams like Starsky and Hutch, you put deluxe truck
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| Ya bankrupt, 52's Knox, I heard you Ku Klux, damn
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| Tear it out the van, sweat it with a tan
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| With get like Remo spray can, suga the ram
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| Fuck a cocktail, get my balls licked in Hell
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| Read his Igloo Tales, hell all the dogs with broken tails
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| Salt range, short order tab
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| Ironman, bubble bath, nuclear, split the atom in half
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| Meet dime O’s, fifth brother bug inside 8 pole
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| Change though, crush the birds inside the strip pose
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| Rap Conspiracy, hold songs for ransom
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| Lancin' in Ghostmode, coke mixed with Branson
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| Sheisty, tree’s soaked in half-ki's
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| Sabotage N.Y. with snipe’s and 79's
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| Channel 9's scene street team made news with who’s
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| Charli, every 16 bars be
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| Sickening, peep the scription
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| Rhyme vixen
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| Keep the clips in tact, watch ya back
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| Ain’t done yet, 8-Spunett
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| Poison webbers
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| Spider-Woman, two legged, how we did it
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| What!
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| Come on and get a groove goin'!
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| Hey you, blow your whistle
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| Hey you, blow your whistle
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| Now clap your hands and say yeah
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| Yeah
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| Now let me count it off
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| Hey
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| Hey, hey, hey yeah!
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| I want all you brothers and sisters to stand up |