| Say yeah!
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| Come on ya!
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| Here I am, here I am, where you at?
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| I be the ruff cat with a back and the napsack
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| Takeing all the shorties out with my wicked flow
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| Wu-tang on the go, never slow time to blow
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| Up so wuzz up, you better duck or get buck
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| Live cool shortie who don’t give a flying fuck
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| So whats up sonie? |
| Now let me throw the the Kay
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| The little rascal with a fade and rugged boxs braise
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| So a born a born terror, a.k.a a rugged child
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| Niggas on my tip so hard I be the life style
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| But I get silky, go for you like milk gee
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| Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli
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| Uhh! |
| you know I’ve got the style with the flavor
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| When I stick you up you need more then life savers
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| If I rob a bank can’t forget to be swip and if he runs his lip
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| That as will be his
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| Say yeah!
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| Come on ya!
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| Im the jam, I slam, cause I am the man, hut damn!
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| I swing more beats than tarzan
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| Am a rascal bad little bastard
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| Brothers try to gas it but yo Im not having it
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| Chump try to play me by they trees a company
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| Was a money grip, whats your problem, why your bumpin' me
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| Whats you want beef? |
| Yo she dearload the tec-nine
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| Get the bag full of shells cause Ima get moms boy
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| Ima joker and not just a little tree
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| Cause I row deep with rascal and g. |
| p's
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| Kidnapped your girl, don’t worry I won’t hurt her
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| But then you try to save her with the old black super sworda'
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| You got srayed your girl got the pinnie-ray
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| Then she got slaved in a old owl sex compays
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| So who are you to try to play lice smooth you ain’t cool
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| Thats why we set it of in no' Now what you gonna do?
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| It’s a Wu thang you would’nt understand
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| It’s a Wu-tang thang My man! |
| It’s a Wu thang
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| You would’nt understand It’s a Wu-tang thang
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| My man, plus it Im slick thats why you swat my deals nig
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| Well heres a little trick when I flip the bit
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| Ahh shit!
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| I hip with the hop thats why I rock non-stop, you say five is lot
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| But I roll the drip drop
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| Like E. Solo I be the spell bown let a man down
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| Here I am, here I am, here I am
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| L double E you can F U C K with Emmy
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| So get thruw your fucking head gee
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| Stat Island in the house!
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| Plus my styles is back and fourth from New York back the town suff
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| Let it rain in the park as I start the spark
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| Tah kick the fly rhymes and have you blowin' in the dark
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| …yo punk as!
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| Say yeah!
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| Come on ya! |