| Windshield, rappers are like gnats
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| They’re gettin' splattered 'pon the windshield
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| Fallin' down like London Bridge, my blade split your onion head
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| Axe that like Paul Bunyan, Meth prefers the gun instead
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| Bong bong, put a hole inside your head
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| How come the streets don’t want me to live?
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| Plus my niggas keep tellin' me fibs
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| But the devil done poisoned my wiz
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| I’m doin' this for my family and kids
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| I’m tryna be wealthy, take my time right and stay healthy
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| Said it before but I don’t think nobody felt me
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| Yo tried to understand this hand that this life dealt me
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| I’m on the verge of a whole new makeover
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| My fake friends, they can take it like a takeover
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| I’m ready to eat, I’m ready to grip it
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| Got enemies everywhere, I got chicks that’s wicked
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| Sick shit, niggas doin' wicked ass wig shit
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| Bid shit, tellin' jakes that I had the biscuit
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| Niggas be wantin' my leftovers
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| I’m like a general that died and lost some of his best soldiers
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| I burn holsters and I kill that dirt religion
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| Murk that pigeon and I shoot the television
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| Got that trey pound on you, run down on you
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| Hard-boiled nigga, Clan top soil
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| My fam straight royal, I’ma die loyal
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| When them shooters come for you, better throw your flag 'em
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| I’m pure gun oil, let 'em see that hand cannon
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| Foundation strong, never ride a bandwagon
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| Andrew Jacksons, hand-to-hand transaction
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| Cops jumped out, caught him with his pants saggin'
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| Criminal individuals up in here
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| Wild like the theme park ride called The Buccaneer
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| Weed in the Tupperware, throw you off the upper tiers
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| Suweeee, I got all my niggas up in here
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| Imagine the sound of your face scrapin' up against the gate
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| Of a barbed wire fence, this is barbed iron fist
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| Heartthrob, iron dick, hoes slob the knob quick
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| This is odd, so throw it in your iPod quick
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| Lifeless activity, constant movement
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| Buyin' elasticity, such improvement
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| Sword held to where it collapses inward
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| Spillin' rhymes if it’s Shaolin vineyards
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| RZA had a mixture, then he added sound to the picture
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| Co-author rewrote the scripture
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| Math worked from birth, doubled the net worth
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| Amplified in the time machine of early Earth
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| A two-way radio, simple yet complex
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| Receivers, transmitters, interest to contacts
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| The emergence of the earliest atoms
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| Transform to a level extremely hard to fathom
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| Same soup, different bowl, Wu ceramics
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| Same group on them large-scale dynamics
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| A wave triggered the burst, glass was shattered
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| Galactic matter served on a graphic platter
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| Overachiever, power hungry overeater
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| I95, whip fly like an overseer
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| I’m overconfident but some might say I’m overeager
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| Or overzealous, especially when it’s over cheeba
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| I got a soldier’s features, I rock the coldest sneakers
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| My sneakers' so cold, can’t wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
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| Can’t push me over either, that go for dojas
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| I ain’t got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
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| I’m focused, tryna roll the reefer, let’s turn it up
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| Forget the cope, I’m tryna blow the speaker, that’s all he wrote
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| One verse could turn your soul to ether
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| It’s time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha
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| Mr. Meeeth
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw
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| We keep it rugged
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| We keep it rough
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| We keep it real
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| We keep it raw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold the Heater , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Song from the album A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп