Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da

(Yeah y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”)
{sample repeated in song}

Yeah
It’s like rolling in a Bronco pumpin’ them pumps
U know what I’m sayin’?
On Broadway or somethin’, U know what I’m sayin’?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I’ve seen a black boy cash stackin’
Smirk on my face screamin’, “Fuck the Grand Dragon”
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin’ 2 slow
Clownin’ each others on the damn talk shows
I don’t wanna house but I gotta stick and rob
I got a disease, it’s called “Can’t find a job”
Smokin’ on the herbs help me see a little better
Lookin’ 4 a job in this cold ass weather

Watch out, I’m tryin’ 2 get my shit 2gether (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah – da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)
It’s been kinda lonely (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)

Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I’m stressed by my mama
Questionin’ my whereabouts like I’m the Unabomber
Question mark, comma, freeze all the drama
Intensive care flows 4 all U hos smacked with trauma
As I sit back with my blunt and gin
Grab a pen, write a song about a million black men
Tryin’ 2 blame all this violence on gangs
What about those fools who kill 4 nothin’ and hijack planes?
(Let me hear U…)

Get your shit 2gether (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin’, gotta keep it goin’)

Yo, I’m goin’ 4 the gold like a olympic sprinter
Fuck the bullshit, steaks 4 dinner this winter
Yo, I’ve seen a murder scene that left a fool scarred
Plus I saw a prisonyard way before a schoolyard
Time’s rough plus time’s runnin’ out
My mom said if I trip one more time, I’m gettin’ kicked out
And I ain’t tryin’ 2 make excuses
But lookin’ 4 a job in the ghetto is fuckin’ useless (Let me hear U sing)

Get your shit 2gether, straight up (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Yeah, uh – da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Let me hear U sing)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)

Ask yourself your destination
What the source of your inspiration be
And U will find a spirit tryin’ 2 get back 2 the mind
How U was in your mama’s belly
Live and let live was the order of the day
What U say?
Loving one another is the only way!

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
If U believe in one thing, if U believe in 2 things
(Da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
If U believe in anything then let me hear U sing
“Da, da, da, da, da, da, da”
Keep on believin’ (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
Lord

(Yeah y’all, it’s like that y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”)
(Yeah y’all)
(Come on)
(Yeah y’all) {x2}
(It’s like “Bet Your Life”)
(Yeah y’all, it’s like “Bet Your Life”) {x3}
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[We call it the train!]
(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Chorus:
Engine engine 69, headed down the party line
And if that train go off the track,
Then you know that party sho’ nuff bite
So don’t miss that train, baby!
So don’t miss that train!

69 doin’ it one mo’ time, so come on, ride that thang, baby!
Verse 1
THRILL DA PLAYA:
All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down
Get ya pass for the party train that’s on the way to your town
And don’t be shame-faced, baby, ’cause it ain’t no thang
I won’t tell if you won’t tell that you done rode the train
ROTTWEILER:
So don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
It’s plenty of guys so you can bring some friends to help you out
And it’s a real LONG line, uh, so I hope you can hang
And if you come it’s gon’ be fun, yo, so don’t miss that tr-ain!

Bridge 1:
(I think I can) I know you can
(I think I can) Girl, I’m sure you can
(I think I can) Matter fact, I know you can
It’s a round-trip ticket to Ding-a-Ling Land!

Chorus

Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead, come on, ride that thang, baby!

Bridge 2:
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) You betta not miss it, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Betta get yo’ ticket, baby!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) And don’t be actin’ ashamed!
(Oooooooh, here come that train!) Here come dat party train!

Verse 2
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Come on, come on, come on, come on, hey, don’t miss that train!
It’s 69, it’s party time, and oh yeah, we got them chicken wings!
We got that Parignon too, and much hors d’ourves
And long spicy sausages, so ladies, come get served!
ROTTWEILER:
So get to the party, baby, uh, ’cause this gon’ be hype
Get your bags, that gin n’ juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they’re fine
And hurry up, ’cause I’d hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh!

Bridge 1

Chorus

Like I said, the party ain’t dead, come on and ride that thang, baby!
Bridge 2

Verse 3
THRILL DA PLAYA:
Hey now, lil’ roadie, uh, all the way to the end
Get on the train and shake that thang, 69 comin’ one mo’ gen
Put on some boots, some skin-tight Dukes, uh, and get wild and loose
If ain’t no room in your freight compartment,
There’s room in my caboose!
ROTTWEILER:
So just be ready to go, ba-by, when we come to your town
I wanna put this choo-choo in yo’ poo-poo, and work it on down
‘Cause it’s much faster than Greyhound,
And a whole lot cheaper than a plane
So get on the tracks, put a Hump N’ Ya Back, uhh,
And get on this SOULLLLLLLLL TRAIN!

[2x]
So don’t miss that train, baby! Don’t miss that train!
Like I said, pimpin’ ain’t dead,
these girls aren’t even scared to give head!

[Sung]
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{Hey, true dat, true dat!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{We servin’ gravy train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{All aboard the weenie train!}
Don’t miss that train! Don’t miss that weenie train!
{And don’t be actin’ ashamed!}

(Oooooooh, here come that train!)

Bridge 2

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[Lord Infamous] Intro
Uh- uhh, the Three 6 Mafia.
Loungin’ in the studio.
Finna’ give y’all a little demonstration
of how we kick it here in the M-town
Finna’ drop somethin’ like this……

[DJ Paul]
See in Memphis, them playaz be kind of like laid back
In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I’m blowin’ the pack
Hittin’ the park about three, sometimes a little later
The last day of the week and they couldn’t any greater
They leavin’ the park and hittin’ the South Park strip. RIDE
The South Gatin’ skatin’ ring later on that night
We in the lot bumpin’ our underground rap tapes
Paul and Juicy part 2, and for another one, hey just couldn’t wait
We back at the crib sweatin’ into the room
W-30’s as (?) in every scenes we use
Straight from the 4 track, two and simple cassette
That’s through a pimpsta’s mode.
Now it’s time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Friday’s and Saturday’s special request made
Me and Juice Man hit the tables, scooped the Scarecrow off the stage
Bangin’ so bunk, there some fools always gotta start a fight
They usually made us close up early that night, In Da Summa. In Da Summa

(Chorus)
Pimpin’ my grooves, We got to ride
Ridin’ through the door with my homies gettin’ smoked out. In Da Summa.(4x)

[Koopsta Knicca]
Drunk off red dog, as we bump through the mystic fog
Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny G, and all my bothaz call
Fly got his mind in the sky as we chiefin’ blunts
Black Glocks that’s in the ride fiendin’ for a homicide
Some Tanqueray grab my yey mess with little (?)
That’s how we always did it since I was a troubled kid
But we don’t stop cuz our heart is pumpin’ blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken In Da Summa

[Lord Infamous]
Some of the Scarecrow want the ceremony till the sun sets me ease
Until the night fall breeze
Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets
Grab my Uzi up Indonesia, 6 fill need my breeze
Don’t want me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt
And my automatic gats in case I had to dig up a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home
Tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja’s gone, Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[Juicy J]
Pass to little J, Koop. Then let’s take a ride and shoot
To the high school, North Side where the playaz rule
I’m scopin’ all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch.
“Can I get ya numba”

[Gangsta Boo] “I gotta man”

[Juicy J]
Well I’m a holla trick
Ballin down violent time, one time on my mind
If they pull me over I be hopin’ they don’t find the line
Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam
Chiefin’ on the blunts in the alley slangin’ balla’, yeah
Couldn’t forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally, and Dion
Project Pat and the (?) shootin’ teflon
Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me
And the ones in Orange Blossom (?) University. Yeah
It’s gettin’ late and I’m ballin’ down Elvis street
Blowin’ my horn tryin’ to get this girl attention in front of me
Cuz everyday I’m out there tryin’ to get a freak number
Thats how the Juice is….In Da Summa

(Chorus 4x)

[DJ Paul] Outro
That’s how we do it
So that’s how it is
The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the ’95
Straight from the M-town The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
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[Noreaga]
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
Now it’s our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
A war goin on, that’s involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John’s
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y’all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose’s hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos — they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don’t look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it’s like more than likely
There’s Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Chorus: Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz storm on
(repeat 2X)

[Noreaga]
Yo like a day pass, I’m bandana’d up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don’t really want us, they want the coke back
It’s impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It’s in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he ‘posed to be wild, it’s gettin deep
How he knew where I’m at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it’s a chase on the highway, the L-I-E’s
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui

Chorus

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y’know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It’s like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain’t touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don’t really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
So y’all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

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I promise the funk the whole funk and nothin’ but the funk…Yoooooohoo

Chorus: I be Da B-R-A-T the new lady wit dat shit ya can’t fuck wit (say 2x)

Verse 1:

Uh, fool sittin’ all fat brat tat tat tat (bitch and its like that)
Well let me lift you to the sky
Just climb aboard the B-R-A-T ride
Those with no love I stay about like GOD
Quick to pull ya trigga nigga quick to pull ya card
And it don’t stop and it don’t quit
In ninety-fo I be the sho shot shit
And in years to come shit ain’t gonna change
Sosodef, you know the name of the game
And those that say they don’t, nigga bitch please
Cuz, we be known for makin’ dem Geeees
Settin them swole, steady going gold
Whateva we release, whateva we unfold
So now you know in ninety-fo who’s the shit
And who’s got the shit dat you just can’t fuck wit

Chorus

Verse 2:

Well yo, I ain’t no joke never have never will be
Down your whole block you can feel me
All I do is keep fucking it up
The doper my shit the bigger my come up
Now tell me have you ever heard a female vocalist
Swift like this that kick shit like this?
I don’t think so, I don’t think you know
No hoe that can flow like I flow
And plus if you like it rough and rugged then you love it
Play it say it day to day you never ever get enough of it (WOOOOOOO)
Ain’t I ridiculous its dat bad mamma jamma
Like hammer you can’t touch this
(Don’t fuck wit) My shit (nor) my click
(Don’t even trip) Cuz you bound to get split….Biiitch
Ain’t no thang ain’t no thang
For me to put it down and make you motherfuckas swang

Bridge: Di di di dah di di di dah di day
All you suckas anxious won’t you please come out and play (say 2x)

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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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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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