| My necklace had the whole crowd on some next shit
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| The guest list full of real niggas that’s hectic
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| The charm piece made my niggas move like calm beasts
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| Palm beats, two jostling niggas with long reach
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| Keep your eyes open for them strong on thieves
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| Out here looking for ice to put in they teeth
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| Chain glowing shining and I’m ready for beef
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| Like my nigga 2 Chainz, cappuccino from the east
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| From the Wu-Tang Clan, my necklace and my heat
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| Bang bang, different robe every day of the week
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| 2 Angels, dinner plate, fat dollar sign
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| Universal flag on, nigga, I got shine
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| I keep my neck frozen, .45 loaded, please don’t approach this
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| Rope is so ferocious, diamonds that shine in oceans
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| Keep you arm distant from my carats, silly rabbits
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| Make me get my barrel, spazzed out and cause havoc
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| Iced out Cubans, exotic stones from Africa
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| This the real thing, big bling, the chain swing
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| Try to swipe mines, that’s a no no, the God’s loco
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| Jury truckin' fancy spend stacks upon Delancey
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| Exhaust pipes coffin horse kicks
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| ACP’s dress up the flesh, now the crime scene’s gorgeous
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| My links is unbreakable, told y’all on the Purple Tape
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| 40 inches hang from my neck, nigga, I’m wealthy
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| Why you say that?
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| It’s real, kill a nigga for this shit
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| Aha, yo relax sis
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| Dinner plates rings, smothered in 2 pounds of dope
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| Eric B on the cut when it blings
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| Scrubbin' chain down in Colgate, double edged bangers
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| On they hips I wait in the jaw break
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| The snakes and the violators, Dracula style takers
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| We got a bunch of gold balls, but we ain’t the Lakers
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| Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace
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| And I ain’t even put the dumb bitch in the guest list
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| That’s what you get when you throwin' on Cuban’s
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| Drawers that’s made from silk, a robe and a Ruger
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| Crack heads catchin' a sweet vix on a scooter
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| Catch me for my chain, it belongs on a shooter
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| Lucky my shit blow like a horn on a tuba
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| You might as well do me now cause I will do ya
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| God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79
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| Bright yellow and dense in its gift and shine
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| Still the same when exposed to air and water
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| Like when amongst thieves you travellin' across the border
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| The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid
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| The message was lost in transmission
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| That’s often in a free elemental form
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| Nuggets and grains and rocks and things that’s norm
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| Malleable ductile metal on many levels
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| Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble
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| Lieutenants and Generals move with criminals
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| The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral
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| The scope is on the rope, claws on the table
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| Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable
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| And it’s sold by the weight
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| Shaped into a plate with food on it
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| The hungry wolves lie and wait
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| Tu Tin-To. |
| So you’re the tigers of Tinan, bastard, you’re gonna pay for this,
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| you’ll die here. |
| I’ll use the tiger strike to kill you all. |
| I’ll show you the
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| three different strokes. |
| Forest Tiger! |
| Win Tiger, Winmau Tiger! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Necklace , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Song from the album A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп