The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it’s properly used, it’s almost invincible

Verse One: U-God

Raw imma give it to ya, with no trivia
raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
my hip hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC’s approach with slang that’s dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I’m pushin’ force, my force your doubtin’
I’m makin’ devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

Well I’m a sire, I set the microphone on fire
rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the shaolin slum, and the isle I’m from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contesting
you’ll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
don’t talk the talk, if you can’t walk the walk
phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
a man vexed, is what the projects made me
rebel to the grain there’s no way to barricade me
steamrollin niggas with the eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, there’s no survivin

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
bald heads, braids, blow this hook
we got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
black axe, drug dealin’styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
straight up and down don’t even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

Chorus: Method Man

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I’m
Cherry bombin’ shits…BOOM
just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
rappinin is what’s happenin
keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
at the party when I move my body
gotta get up, and be somebody
grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH…enter the Wu-Tang zone
sure enough when I rock that stuff
huff puff?? I’m gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
niggas be comin to the hip-hop store
comin to buy grocery from me
tryin to be a hip-hop MC
the law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
you must bring the Ol Dirty Bastard type slang
represent the Gza, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck
dirty hoe gettin low wit his flow
introducin’ the Ghostface Killer
no one could get illa

Chorus

Verse Five: Ghost Face Killer

Speakin of the devil psych, no it’s the God, get the shit right
mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
on the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
you renegged tried again, and got blasted
half mastered ass style mad ruff task
when I struck I had on Tims and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don’t remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I’m runnin with thugs that flood mugs
so grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
niggas is jettin I’m lickin off son

[Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]

Verse Six: Master Killer

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Quando eu era uma garotinha, eu tinha uma boneca de pano,
A ?nica boneca que j? possu?.
Agora eu te amo exatamente do modo que amava aquela boneca,
Mas s? agora o meu amor se desenvolveu…

E isso fica mais forte, de todas as formas…
E isso fica mais profundo, deixe-me dizer…
E isso fica mais alto, dia a dia…

REFR?O:
E eu te amo? Ai, oh, ai !
Sim, da profundidade do rio, da altura da montanha.
Se eu te perdesse, eu choraria?
Oh, como eu te amo, baby, baby, baby, baby…

Quando voc? era um garoto novinho,
Voc? teve um cachorrinho que sempre te seguia por a??
Bem, eu serei t?o fiel quanto aquele cachorrinho,
N?o, eu nunca te desapontarei…

Pois isso fica mais forte, como um rio que flui… [1]
E isso fica fica maior, baby, e o c?u sabe…
E isso fica mais doce, baby, conforme se desenvolve….

REFR?O

Eu te amo, baby, como uma flor ama a primavera,
E eu te amo, baby, exatamente como Tina ama cantar. [2]
E eu te amo, baby, como um colegial ama seu animal de estima??o [3]
E eu te amo, baby, da profundidade do rio, da altura da montanha.
Oh, sim, voc? tem de acreditar em mim.
Da profundidade do rio, da altura da montanha.

REFR?O
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[Redman]
Oh my god, oh my god!

[Method Man]
Aaaow! (Boo!)
Uh, uh, yo, uh
Microphone checka, swingin’ sword lecture
Closin’ down the sector, supreme neck protector
Better warn ’em kid, Mr. Meth’s a boiling pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy
It’s all N’together, going all out together
It don’t take much to please me
Still homes I’m never satisfy like the Stones
We don’t condone bitin’ see them selling crossbones
Protecting what I’m writing
Don’t clash with the Titan who blast with a license
To kill rap reciting
Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL! (Fuck your lifestyle!)
*Blows*
Put your lights out
Get the shit to crackin’ got you feenin’ with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin’ the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I’m going in, walls closing in
Got us bustin’ off these pistols
My niggas got issues, again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and then I’m gone.

[Redman]
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don’t condone, spit bank loans and homegrown
Suckers break like Turbo in ozone
When I, grab the broom
Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
Three nines and a glove with Nasu he dying in the car
While we behind on the bars
Haters don’t touch (what?) weigh us both up
Now my neighbor dope up
Got the cable hooked up, all channels
Lift my shirt all mammals
You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, sippin’ on a forty
Yo smokin’ on a blunt
Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa
Yeah come on, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa
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(Lil’ Flip)
Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
on Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
we call it dro’ya’ll call it lye
all I need is a sweet to get me by
I’m super fly like Missy
drink Moette until I’m pissy
I pulled up in a Bentley
hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P
blowing that light green
no sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z
and you know me stay blowed puffing and passing
you split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing

(Chorus)
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don’t need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don’t need matches real smokers use lighters

(Lil’ Flip)
Smoke all day thats what I do
when I think about my nigga Screw
I break bread with my crew
I smoke green, purple, even blue
I dont know about you but I love to smoke
play Grand Theft and crack a joke
or go to the club and snatch a hoe
thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe
we smoke dro’to get higher
I got 20’s on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
cause Haddy’s got that fire
and when I retire I’m a still be smoking hay
like (?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey
so if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy
cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy
we can roll a sack boy and get so high
but when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes

(Chorus)
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
We don’t need matches real smokers use lighters
Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
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For all the fellas on the set who claim they have that funk in they trunk,
put this in your deck and see if you can make them speakers (humm …)

Chorus: Thrill Da Playa
So let’s head down the avenue,
And before you leave drop the top [A-come on!]
Jay got the ride with the bowling-ball bang,
2500 dollars a rock! [Aw, lookin’ good now!]
On the set it be Benz’s, Beamers,
A whole lotta guys with loot [Check-check-check-check it out!]
‘Cause nothin’ better than spendin’ cash
And catchin’ girls in them dukes [True dat, true dat, true dat!]
But one thing about the set, baby,
You know it’s gon’ be hype [Uh! Uh!]
It be plenty of food and plenty of fun
>From afternoon till late at night! Uhh!

Verse 1
Jumped in my ride, headed for the set
You know the ‘ave, where all the girls sweat
Hit the switch, turn my CD on
Toni Braxton; another sad love song
Right out my garage,
With my Rolex chain on, ’cause yo, it’s time to flauge
But before I hit the scene,
I go to Johnny for shinin’ so I can get my car cleaned
And got a wash with the hurry-up
Paid the man, and put a lil’ somethin’ in the tip-cup
Then off goes my pager –
It’s one of my boys! Oh yeah, what a life-saver!
But then it started goin’ off again
I hope it’s my boy, but nope, it’s my girlfirend
But I ain’t gon’ call her back
‘Cause she’ll start to trip when I tell her where I’m headed at
And I came faster than a whirl
A whole strip of cars and fly big-booty girls
Oh yeah, you can bet,
That ya’ boy ain’t gon’ miss the set!

Chorus

Verse 2
Nightfall begin to slumber
Saw this real fly girl, so I gave the nymp’ my beeper number
And the ol’ girl was talkin’ right
So I hooked up somethin’ for a lil’ later on tonight
Then a Bronco rolled by
And then, everybody on the set – {DO THE BUTTERFLY!!!}
And (??) for a minute
It was the place to be, and you can best believe I was in it
But it was time to hit the freeway
Called up B, and Daddy Black on the 3-way
To find out where the haps at
They said at the old club where we used to play craps at
True, that’s how the day went
A whole lot of fun, and not one life spent
Just chillin’ with the crew,
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Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (Shatasha): It’s the thuggish ruggish Bone . . .
Eazy-E: Eternal. Eternal. Eternal . . .
St. Clair, niggas [niggas, niggas].
[Laughing. Scream. Thunder.]
Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. The Bone in
me never no ho, so no creepin’ up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil’ Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then
slipped in the clip then, mistakin’ they bloody victims. ‘Member to test nuts . . .
[Explosion.]
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
[Laughing.]
Right back at your muthafuckin’ ass comes those real true thugs staight of the Double Glock, puttin’ it down for the muthafuckin’
Land, takin’ no shorts, no losses, puttin’ it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin’ ass niggas. You better tell me what’s real,
bitch. Takin’ over shit in the nine five, I bring to you the one and only, Bone thugs-n-harmony.
Nigga, this St. Clair [this St. Clair, this St. Clair].

Layzie:
Yeah, nigga.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin’ them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel
’em and bang. Gotta get them demons off me, creepin’ up softly, seepin’ up through my soul, and sleepin’ ain’t good til dawn.
When I’m alone, and I’m dozin’, bet I watch the door, then I won’t be slippin’, sleepin’. Lovin’ the thugs I bails with, but a trail
of twelve gauge shells, blood’ll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray. Lil’ Ripsta
killa now, put ’em off in a grave–they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. Drop to the
sound, hit the ground, then I’m up to kill ya.

Krayzie:
Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin’ them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them
enemies deep in the mud. They drugged. I roll with them trues. Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up. What’s
up with them shoes? Ooh, they new. So we runnin’ off with my dog’s Chucks. Bust a left at the block. Hey, what do ya
know? Oh, no, the po-po–they follow. Copper gotta see the nigga layin’ but can’t escape, but nigga, remember my motto:
me no surrender. Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin’ through the
cut, hit ninety-five. Peel, bailin’ for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. Nigga, drop
that bill, or I pop my steel. Ain’t no competition, don’t fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin’ so get when we
stickin’ then lickin’ them pockets. So drop that dollar, man. Gotta holler, bang. Fuckin’ with a thug nigga smokin’ blunts.
Nigga, don’t stiff on the weed, smoke it all, ’cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get (?) I’m a run and get a sack, and
come choke, choke, choke.

Layzie:
Now you’re fuckin’ with these thuggish killas, creepin’ up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin’ high off thai. My niggas
in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. But I kill ’em all, dog. Bet Layzie don’t fall with the twelve gauge eruption on
niggas, so what now? Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down. And I’m talkin’ about niggas
that wanna contend with them thugstas. Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click’s allowed, and we
never no bustas. Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell. Daily collectin’ me
mill, and I’ll meet you in hell if all else fails. Oh, well.

Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
with Layzie:
steadily sendin’ that body underground
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que te olvidaste de mi
que se ha escapado el amor
por el portal del astio
que te dice el corazon
que hallaras en otros brazos
lo que no hallaste en los mios
que es la rutina tal vez
y neccesitas vivir
para aprender a querer
y no comprendes mi bien
que no basta con la piel
para llenar el vacio
da la vuelta y vete ya
hoy te doy la libertad
de volar a donde quieras
algun dia tu veras
que dificil es hallar
quien te de su vida entera
y mientras tanto mi amor
yo guardare mi tristeza
todo este amor de verdad
que no tieno otro lugar
que tu corazon y el mio
da la vuelta y vete ya
si te pide el corazon una nueve ilusion
y vete ya y que se vaya contigo este amor
da la vuelta y vete ya
que yo se muy bien que muy pronto tu me vas a extranar
vete ya vete ya vete ya donde quieras
te doy la libertad
si no me quieres tu te lo pierdas
amor que te vaya bien
si te olvidaste de mi vete yo no vote
tu veras que es dificil hallar
quien te de su vida entera
y te entregue el corazon
como lo hizo yo como lo hizo yo

sigue tu camino que no hay la vuelta contigo
da la vuelta y vete tu no me convienes
sigue tu camino que no hay la vuelta contigo
que te vaya bien mujer vete
sigue tu camino que no hay vuelta contigo, vete
si no me vas a querer no hay vuelta contigo
no me atormentes mujer no hay vuelta contigo vete
que poquito a poco yo te olvidare
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Yeah Dirty up in here son
It’s the original, the Haitian straight from Kingston the Virgin Island
Better known for the Swamp
Come doooooown!!

[The Pimp]
Now I’m up early in the mornin’ scratchin’ my ass (ughhh)
Pick out my black and cream gators with the shirt to match
Hop in the shower and I’m back later 6 minutes flat
Brush all my gold teeth then I hop in the Lac (okay)
You see them all gold rims, they 250 like that
Them junkies down the street’ll shine ’em for a nickel of crack
I got them woofers in the back shakin’ the trunk like that
If I ain’t rollin’ Eightball, hell I’m beatin’ that Outkast
Since I’m on this side now let me get me a sack
I get my wood from Pimpin’ Small cause they obese and fat
Before I get to his house shit I’ll probably smoke me a black
Or hit the store and buy me some Newports in a soft pack
And I don’t even like cigarettes cause I’m a weed-head fiend
When I smell that wood nigga it’s like the first day of spring
Shit be good to a nigga, let me get 2 for 15
Really 10 cause I owe ya 5 from last week
Cause we gon’ ride and ball all day
Turn off of ? Street and hit ? Parkplace
I got that crack that cut like butter nigga Parkay
Now did you get that, I’m finna pass P the coke
I see my kinfolks, my Crips and Bloods slangin’ dope
And that’s why cause there’s plenty junkies out here smoked
We hit the Boulevard headed to the liquor store
That’s kinda odd you didn’t hear the Pimp freak a hoe
I hit the Eastside and get some head I’m out the do’
Now I’m on the Westside where the money flow
Money flow, money flow, money flow, money flow, money flow

[Hook]
Weeeell we in Da Land where these niggaz got love for the cash
Da Land where these niggaz dump slugs in yo ass
Da Land where these niggaz ride vogues on triple golds
Da Land where these niggaz stay hi off weed smoke
That’s why I love Montgomery like I love women
Cause every nigga from the Gump got a little thug in ’em
I love Montgomery like I love women
Cause every nigga from the Gump got a little thug in ’em

[Pimpin’ Small]
You know the Roly I sport it keep on windin’
All that flossin’ on gold it be on tires
Any track my voice on must be the finest
You check yo ice you check my ice, my ice the shinest

???? I can’t deny it
A junkie hi off weed is how you’ll find me
My name is Small but I’m not small timin’
I’m with them Dirty Boys and all I do is ride shit

[Burn One]
Now if you catch me with yo girl you’ll probably spray at me
But when them junkies want them dubs they throw that pay at me
I’m Da Burn One shawty, them hoes stay at me
So since I’m with them Dirty Boys throw some play at me
I got some niggaz that’ll ride all day with me
And when that shit poppin’ off they bust a K with me
Now if you see me in my hood nigga wave at me
And if you got that killa wood throw some hay at me

Hook

[Mr. Blue]
That nigga Blue off in this bitch I’m hollerin’ Dirty for life
Keep on spittin’ out that shit that make them niggaz rewind
Keep on spittin’ out that shit that make them niggaz do time
Keep on spittin’ out that shit that make them hoes recline
Ride my Chevy through the Gump and niggaz know that it’s mine
Cause my headlights be on and all my gold teeth shine (bling)
Love the Gump like I love Dirty, girls, and rhymes
And I’m gon’ love it till the day the Lord holds it down

[Mr. G]
Now down here we quick to buck fool, niggaz quick to rush you
So you haters better watch what you say
Oooh my nigga when we smoked out, niggaz gettin’ choked out
We let them automatic 9 milli’s spray
Now we in Da Land where them drugs be too clout, them hoes smoke you out
When them niggaz talk shit we run up in them niggaz house
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Ughhhhh…….
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit
So you want to get rid of gansta rap
but what if gansta rap gets rid of you
how’d you like them apples
you want your kids to grow up listenin’ to good american music
but they don’t want that they want that bout it bout it shit
you always point the finger at the bad guy
but what if the bad guy points the finger at you
fuck the politcians the media and the government
the fucking world was built on corruption
if it wasn’t for people like me and my reality music
you couldn’t pay for a meal
I’m tired of you fucking hustlers following me around
tapping my phone and over taxing my money
you know what a hustler is
its a pig that don’t fly straight
but its ok (its ok)
when you finish listening to this tape
it’ll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me
so fuck you cockaroaches sincerly the last don
Master P The Last Don
[Master P]
I made millions from raps I couldn’t die in scraps
No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps
I live the life of a rider lost at heart
I played the pieces to the puzzles but they tore me apart
I went to jail for shit I didn’t do
niggas banged at my motherfuckin’ crew
we retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh)
niggas slang ghetto dope cain but we drug dealers
ain’t that a bitch a nigga tryin’ make it
can’t bust society but these fools tryin’ take me
they want you dead or locked up smokin’ or rocked up
walkin’ or blocked up down or cocked up
In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me
your girl or your homey
cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies
that’s one that’s grown from the Last Don
he took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X)
2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller
they all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don
real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain
feel my pain its real out here
ain’t no such thing as uh.. you can’t change your life
you can’t do what you wanna do
a coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies one
so all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin’ feed your families
get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together
and if you hustlin’ hustle for a cause nigga
don’t believe in nobody but your motherfuckin’ self
cause money’s the root of all evil
we done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars
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Yo la vi cantando en Paris
Ella quiso estar junto de mi
Yo me sorprendi
Quando dijo Yaleo


Vamos caminando el ise
Tomando vino y partiendo pan
Ella dijo dame dame ya YALEO YALEO


YALEO YALEO YALEO YALEO
Tika n?gai wa yo
Simba n?gai wa yo yaya


Si tu pudieras desir me ami
Yo no lo creo lo que pasa aqui
Ella es mia y me da su amor
Estoy complete y soy feliz
Ahora tengo nios que dicen Yaleo
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