Tonalità: Ab major•
Verse 1
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"Good wu- tang martial expert
There's not many,
who can match up with him"
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(he'll give you a heart condition
Verse 2
If you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain't no good for
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the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
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It's dumb and big it's dumb and big)
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Mira, meth- tical
comin through with the suu
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(lie in cut for y'all)
Verse 3
Check it out
Ab
Niggas wanna test my
steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas,
you better freeze
In your tracks,
Ab
a wu- tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus
the phat money sack
Ab
You want it all? yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in
the back for a stack
Niggas like, "damn,
Ab
why you want it like that?" (why is that?)
Cause I'm a dog,
and I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude's cold like the north polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a little further
Ab
down the map (is that so?)
A little buck wilding,
island called stat'
Where niggas carry gats in
they black moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the
Ab
bones and the rap
And you's an unknown
with a faulty contract
Ab
Wake up and smell the met- chod
motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from
the foe when head crack
Ab
An indian giver and I'm out
to take it back
Shaolin island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin
Ab
on ya track
That's how it's goin down, yeah,
it's goin down like that
Ab
I gets my thang in ac tion
Verse 4
Ab
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! tell em what's happenin!
Verse 5
Ab
(what's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here - brothers
Ab
ain't got no peers
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And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!) I
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swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and
you still can't score
Nuttin - cause you ain't got
Ab
no points in this game
Kid you frontin - I'm home run hittin,
you be buntin
Fresh out the toilet,
Ab
I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good,
when bad, I'm better
You want it? whatever - I'll
Ab
be the stormy weather
Rain comin down,
so weatherproof you're leather
Jacket, a nigga with a axe
Ab
couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the met- chod,
say it loud
I'm the met- chod,
Ab
man - clap yo' hands, now check it
Ab
See me in the mix, rollin fat,
bustin flicks
While my physical brother came
through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by,
Ab
give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up,
killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat,
I'm fearsome
Ab
Basically that, I'm all of that,
and then some
Ab
While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the sandbox
and kickin dirt
All on my name but you
Ab
can't pull my file
You don't know me,
and you don't know my style
Gbm
Comin out dere like dat dere, yeahhhh
Ab
Even grizzly adams couldn't bear
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