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Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night 
I tell myself today's the day 
The day I write that song 
The one that starts the album 
The one

up, su casa, you're my corazon
You record the show, then play it back when I'll be gone
cnd now it's on and on and on
They've got me playing old songs

up, su casa, you're my corazon
You record the show, then play it back when I'll be gone
cnd now it's on and on and on
They've got me playing old songs

Take It Back

Wu-Tang Clan

8 Diagrams [Clean]

2007

Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags

Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,

action, guaranteed raw
I hang with the rich and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
Krs-one stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love

Shady, Dreamville, Strange, been crazy this long but I'm still sane
How is it that I don't play violin but I'm still being tugged on by real strings
Pull

you've ever seen from me
I know that you want another song like Dead Or Alive or Moon Shine
But this albums a whole 'nother planet with various special

Montana you play with the Don bruh
The True king of the monsters the Vegas Mufasa
You Couldn't leave a scratch on a pool table with gutters
Dude wait for

a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in

since
Every song that I make, I'm erratic with those hits
They're paying me by the play so I'm grabbing at those tips
They see how we knock em off, it was

I been trynna teach em how to trap 
But they ain’t been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

it's just me by myself
I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
Could have went and got E

Me and the Biz

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

of a single 
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though 
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row 
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song

Yeah
I'm just sayin' that, yeah
I just
Yeah, yeah
I take my licks in the storm-

That storm headed, them doors severed
Fly around the chicken,

B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm here to play the game
Please don't hate on me because we ain't the same
And if you do that is

that is a Reverse
This Is called Russian roulette I’m
Just her collecting debt
Take the I G E T A B A G out the alphabet
And yeah I’m still getting

money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
We

They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your

Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on
I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs
Still on the bricks
I'm dealing with

album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle

(Who's that? Oh, that's Ben)
(Oh my God)
(Seriously, I tell him that stuff all the time
He needs to just like...
What are you reading?)
(I'm not gay,

cause you agony
Menan si ho but dey step on me
Omo a omo ben wo no enye obiaa nape se wo shini study dem carefully
My homie told me don't lie bro
This one

Thinkin' they can play two notes on a keyboard,
And come up with a song like ours,
Your mixtape stinks like a fart (fart noise),
My album's a slut in

our hate that strong
Try to live with no regrets when I make my songs
If I had Janet Tyler comin' over, I'd tell her beauty's in the eye of the beholder