| Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah
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| So, anything it takes to fight
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| Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha
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| As the snowflakes start to fall
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| Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive?
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| Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck
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| As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun
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| The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy!
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| You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
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| Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
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| Wit very few commercial interruptions
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| Yeah, Bobby, word
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| BOODOODOODOODOODOO
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| Why? |
| Where? |
| Where?
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| BOODOODOODOODOODOO
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| Just Bobby, yo, Digi Digi
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| DOODOODOODOO, yo, yo.
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| We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin
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| Bob Digital located inside the hood again
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| Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
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| Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin Reeboks
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| Cut the dreadlocks, son, now rock the bald Caesar
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| Allow God to slip through the shit more easier
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| Police pulsated that they almost trapped Bobby
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| Near the staircase outside a 240 lobby
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| But son just disappeared in thin air
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| Where you crab niggas want to go, I’ve been there
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| Carry big guns, without bein parried
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| Yo, Cali niggas say its carried
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| Yo, don’t waste your mind on time, don’t chase the blind
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| Don’t eat swine, don’t play with loaded 9's
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| Don’t quote weak rhymes
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| If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
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| Show him light, don’t get emotional, son, don’t fight
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| Unless it’s self-defense, to break the savage backs
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| So he’s crew could be convinced
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| That any time you cross the line, we snap spines
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| Split ya melon, down to the rind
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| You be fucked up, yo.
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| From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear
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| BOODOODOODOO
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| The words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear
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| We’ve come to +Show U Love+, son, we’ve come to show you
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| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you
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| Wu-Tang +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you
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| I said, we’ve come to +Show U Love+, son, so let me show you
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| Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don’t know you
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| Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless
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| Drill through ya jugular vein with my canis
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| Do love your brother, son, do show kindness
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| Do speak the truth, deal in refinement
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| Love God, or there’ll be iron flyin at you
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| From 4 corners of the Earth, God’s eyein at you
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| A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise
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| As naked women, walkin sour lemon
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| Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary
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| Body’s vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary
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| The most necessary, they daze you
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| And blaze you, faze you out
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| Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you
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| Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium
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| Don’t have to tell 'em, like Taking of the Pelham
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| 1−2-3, Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up
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| Have ODB in the back with the Mac, son was tote up
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| Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses
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| Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic
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| You get stabbed by the +Shaolin Finger Jab+
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| Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab
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| Whether Aryan, Rastafarian, Syrian
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| African, Black, Humanitarian, Bolivian
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| We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you
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| Wu-Tang will +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you
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| Don’t have to come in this shit and make me blow you
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| We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| Yo. |
| so let me show you
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| Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? |
| We told you
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| We’ve come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don’t know you
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| Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? |
| Don’t make me blow you
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| Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
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| You might get splat by the black gat
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| Pssh. |
| Head split. |
| jigged up by the ice pick! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Show U Love , by - RZA. Song from the album Digital Bullet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп