| Coach, put me in the game
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| I’m for real, for them peoples tryna to put me in them chains
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| Whatever the topic, let’s put it in the frame
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| We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
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| I’m saying, some rappers do it for a chain
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| Kill yourself, I know killers that’ll do it for some change
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| These veterans is slipping, they ain’t doing it the same
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| I don’t slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
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| Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
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| But I ain’t tryna shoot it with you rappers
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| I’ll just shoot it at your dame
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| Y’all never should have threw me in the game
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| Found a new word for weed, that was so mean
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| I threw it in my name
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| My song banging loud on the block like arms spraying
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| The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
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| God versus Satan, I’m laying in the dark
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| With the Mossberg waiting, letting off first basing
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| Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
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| Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love
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| Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
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| This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
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| Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts
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| Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack
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| He’s back, he a beast on the track
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| The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack
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| Feel the bass make sure he shake, murder verse, first forty-eight
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| Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
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| I crack heads more than base
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| Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y’all the bass
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| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
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| So we can have a better tomorrow
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| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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| For a better tomorrow
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| I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw
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| Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw
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| Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he’s steaming a Newport
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| We all holding the torch
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| Few staircase murders, some burners don’t blam right
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| Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight
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| Full of X, AKs, whiling in lobbys, bulletproof PJs
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| Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
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| CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay
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| SpongeBob niggas get scars nigga
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| I’m off style in any section of the hood I’ll pull your car nigga
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| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
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| So we can have a better tomorrow
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| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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| For a better tomorrow
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| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat
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| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
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| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat
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| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
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| I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits
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| Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness
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| Live to tell the tale cause only God’s my witness
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| Been a long time, change gonna come son, I’m optimistic
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| I hold the steel like Ron O’Neal
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| Super fly, do or die, Killah Hill, Brownsville
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| Never ran, never will, yes I can, yes I will
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| Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill
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| Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance
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| Demented scientists count bodies inside the trenches
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| That’s judges off the benches, got inches for y’all wenches
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| We plant those hot seeds that grow in cold winters
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| No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
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| So we can have a better tomorrow
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| Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
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| For a better tomorrow
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| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat
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| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
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| See ignorance wouldn’t allow retreat
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| So you rather pursue death than admit defeat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ron O'Neal , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Song from the album A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп