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Motherfucker, you don’t know me, motherfucker

I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch

I be gettin' money since '88

My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets

My history is swell, motherfucker

That’s why I can talk this shit, for real

This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know

My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what?

You don’t have a chance, you don’t want to dance

My gun goes blam, you don’t want to dance with a gangsta

You don’t understand, niggas ain’t playin'

First time around, I come back swinging

You and your mans, you better just scram

My gun goes blam, you don’t want to dance with a gangsta

You don’t understand, niggas ain’t playin'

Fuck around now, I come back sprayin'

Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head

High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds

The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds

Kid, I’m that fearsome, my hammer’s a sled

Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest

Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets

I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh

I’m coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect

Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death

My voice alone, don’t have to force you for sex

Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me

Flushed out my kidney’s, with a half pint of Remy

Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede

Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity

Feel my energy inside tearin' out

Clear it out, flame thrower’s airin' out, baby

Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp

Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement

Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist

You pissed? Then seek anger management

Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal

Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil

From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel

In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo

Don’t get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro

Get wild like techno, collect the dough

For wreck, the side ball and better check your ho

Don’t get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow

Just another episode, powerful breath control

Explodes in your ear, you can’t hear me in death mode

In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck

Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me?

This — is — the — warrior’s anthem

Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome

Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion

The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons

You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick

And the mic’s my life, and I’m surgical with this

Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast

Master the game, this is chess, not checkers

Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art

In the darkness, vulture’s come and, pick you apart

One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart

I bleed for my Clan, don’t let 'em, break us apart

Strong as Noah’s Ark, in the Biblical age

Still, holdin' the Clan, in it’s critical stage

Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt

Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I’m airin' out

Yo, man, if you was real, nigga

You would say niggas names, man

You ain’t real dude, man, stop playing, man

You scared of niggas, niggas is runnin' with yo fuckin' name

You ain’t doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit

Talkin' about niggas can’t talk this shit

Fuck, I’ve been doing this, nigga

I don’t know what the fuck you talking about

Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast

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