Lyrics:
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
drink
I guess I'm fucking paying
She heard me on this heard me on that now she really think we getting paid
Fuck out my face
Kz overlap ten lanes
And we
said her name
Ion give a fuck if I got 10k she can have the fame
Bro said he a killer give no fucks he on that shirt quick
Racing hellcats and trackhawks
Sir Mich dJ Tuni Tuni Tuni Tuniziano
JWP Clan, Warszafski Deszcz, hehe 2014
Masz ten papier albo jesteś golas
Dolla dolla bill, y'all dawaj, dawaj
Bad man, bad man, bad man (Huclberry, Hypno808)
Badman, badman, yeah, yeah
Smack One
Tohle je bad man song, oni nechtěj ten smoke
Chtěj nás hulit
on the bustas then we dine
Eatin' dinner by candlelight
Be alert and put in works
With a thugs passion i'm a king
And you the queen up in thugs mansion
Me, I'm
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
with your mad clan,
Bow, kiss your dads hand,
I X my flesh now get your last brand,
Call me a mad man and I welcome you into my badland
Kiss kiss
[Chorus]: x3]
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch killa'
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killa'
As I slip into the back of my
10 centuries, impressions and memories
The first time the machine inventor will mention me
Canibus was a visionary indeed
He believed light could
slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it
Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap
slow down slightly
Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip
Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it
Derek X to the right
C'mon and clap
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin'
Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin' trees
My mind sees
X-Clan
(W!) We want war, World War, world-wide warnin
Walkin with weapons we wackin walkie-talkie wearin wardens
We with whatever, want what whylin
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
From the clan of Macnab in America
My name is Matt, I'm the cat
How are ya'll today?
To the jumping little children
And the kids I need to meet
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Battlecats with Crucial Conflict
Plus Das Efx Nas was next Funkin' a lesson like Master Flex
Jeru Damajin' any Clan with an X Wu-Tang
Had a Brotha from Da
call me the man with two lovers
(Chorus Repeat 2X)
(Verse 2)
Well I got two
Not one plus a daughter and a son
I live day by day troubles put me
stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D.
let her stick to many men
Feels like I've been smoking a lot since I was like ten
Had a few Homies but all they did was bend
Rocking by my lonely
While you're in the crowd tryin' ta fight with fans
Fuck around and get beat up wit'cha your mic stand
Expansion team's like the last samurai clan
these lyrics be floating
Might just pop an X man
Bullets pop your next man
Screaming fuck a next clan
Young Malcolm X mans
Cops be lurking, white vans
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