| Shame on a nigga that try to run game
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| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal
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| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
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| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
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| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands
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| Basic training’s over, time to war
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| Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand
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| Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran
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| Died with his man, shot up the cameras, hopped in the van
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| Vanished, but son will come back tomorrow and blam
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| Rock is a damn animal, monster
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| Bigfoot, I will sasquatch ya to Godzilla, take a quick look
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| Brownsville crook, get bright with the beam
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| Take your french vanilla, butter pecan, ya ice and your cream
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| Monsta Rockness with my nigga Hot Nix
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| Flow like a pound of loud how we got the spot lit
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| See that white light flash right before I hit you
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| I should’ve just rocked pinstripes with the whistle, I’m so official
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| I’m so forreal, so physically ill
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| Sickness, no cure, no prescription or pill
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| Can’t stop the head crack, this is two 5's and a 6
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| Wu-Camp Clik, you know my niggas do that shit, do that shit
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| Shame on a nigga that try to run game
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| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal
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| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
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| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
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| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands
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| Basic training’s over, time to war
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| It’s only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
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| Impact’ll blow trees back and crack statues
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| One thing’s for sure, two things for certain
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| Gun game is raw, I do things in person
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| Face my fears, fears embraced make this clear
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| That ain’t fear no man except God, you hear?
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| P, now back to my typical verse
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| Murder, death, kill, Brownsville, don’t get hurt, P
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| Chief hard bars
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| Bullet to your brain frame is beef tartare
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| Bloody and gun hungry, fallin' back with the war tower
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| Studyin' 120, call me back at the god hour
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| Knowledge my wisdom
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| See me with Bernadette, you best acknowledge my wisdom
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| I got three kids and claim two on taxes
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| Popped three wigs and made two closed caskets, Wu-Tang
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| Shame on a nigga that try to run game
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| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal
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| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
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| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
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| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands
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| Basic training’s over, time to war
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| This for diamond rockers, ice lit, known to take off in choppers
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| Motorcycle gloves on, drugs in the Benz poppers
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| Hood caviar, been savvy, God, Harry Winston bangles
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| Flooded with 40 karats of Pringles
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| A vet rhymer, fly as a jetliner
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| Look at the wall, mad pictures of my team, I regret grindin'
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| Brick paper, flip paper, known to just vic paper
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| Yo slide off and rewind the time
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| Should the crumbs peep and my niggas we eatin'
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| This the movie makin'
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| Buy big jewels, fuck with the dimes
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| Oven roast one of y’all post and tryna be the most
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| You not real, you fuck around and get lined
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| This is facts, either you winnin', god, or gettin' taxed
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| Givin' zippers, chest cave niggas and give 'em that
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| Meet the fly Jameson boys, 10 to 12 toys
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| Meet the voices, buy your bitch oysters and blow her back out
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| Shame on a nigga that try to run game
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| Get a hollow point rooted in your brain, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| One nation for the people, ain’t nobody equal
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| We the chosen few, here to go insane, Boot Camp, nigga
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| This a chessboxin' mystery and goin' down in history
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| The 36th chamber full of flames, Wu-Tang, nigga
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| Magnum Force on the Last Stand, the world is in my hands
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| Basic training’s over, time to war
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| Incarcerated scarfaces, Cuban links and matchin' bracelets
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| Just comin' home from catchin' violent drug cases
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| Them the niggas I be fuckin' with and groupie niggas eat a dick
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| New niggas out here doin' way too much sucker shit |
| On some wack shit, fuck this rap shit
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| Bust a Gat shit, Dru won’t know what happened
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| 'Cause I do a Doley, potato over pistoli
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| Fuck your fame, I want your life, fuck your Rollie, Wu-Tang
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| I flow fluently, who I be? |
| That villain
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| Of your beeswax, ease back 'fore I squeeze Gats
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| We don’t need that, do we? |
| Do we?
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| Just keep it rap, groovy
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| That lean and skinny jeans, that’s why you rap booty
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| Hooties, kids in the hall, this is bigger than y’all
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| Monkeys in the middle, I’m like middle finger 'em all
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| I ain’t got no issues, if you scared then get you a dog
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| I might Michael Vick you, take from the rich and give to the poor
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| Real fire, man, grip the iron, man, like Tony Stark
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| Throwin' darts, watch the shallow farce, all the homies sharks
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| Know the arts, Masta Killa bars holdin' Golden Arms-
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| Leg-Leg-Arm-Head to toe, dipped in camouflage
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| I Inspectah Deck rep Decepticons
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| GZA with the RZA, y’all pawns on the chessboard
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| Cap ya dons, Chef up hard bars, this is god degree
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| Float like a butterfly, sting like a killer bee
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| Boot Camp, nigga
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| Wu-Tang, nigga
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| Boot Camp, nigga
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| Wu-Tang, nigga |