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2008

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featuring Killa Sin  Method Man  Raekwon the Chef  X 1 

wu tang  wu tang  onyx  onyx (x3) 

[Raekwon] 
eh  yo 
staircases to stage now  major waves tanktop 
nautica  flippin your daughter 30 ways 
yeah  who want mine  bent outta shape one time 
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine 
watch my shit shit  niggaz in the back  wigs lit 
you know the stats god  niggaz in the back  backs lit 
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats 
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga fuckin with a rich cat 
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat 
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that 
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo 
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow 
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league 
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat 
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though 
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley 

[Fredro Starr, (X-1)] 
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this 
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless 
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious 
you knock this, bust a shot 
don't miss, you better knock this 
(x-1 while out and watch this 
til your eyes turn red with blotches 
eatin scraps out the garbage 
unload a cartridge and bust a cap 
x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets 
bitches fuckin for free, is outta the quest 
blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest) 
i cross the heat from across the street 
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet 
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine 
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time 
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out 
on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set 
trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death 
i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes 
(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red 
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm 
for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm 
sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on 
keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts 
from here to battery parts) 

Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}] 
first things first man, your fuckin with the worst (x3) 
You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man 

[Suave] 
still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed 
splash your class, mash your staff 
what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch 
hurt your bunch, get mercked your front 
in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz 
def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha 
shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face 
twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee 
full blast, get off, smash, pull fast 
for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass 
tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap 

[Killa Sin] 
we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line 
cuisine feens, number one love for thugs queens sceamin on cream 
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars 
killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars 
this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss 
canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists 
wu build like construction and bang like precusion 
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what 

Chorus x2 

[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)] 
(holy shit, who the f*ck is that) 
it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back) 
i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin) 
and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin 
(because it's the new year, time for some new shit 
nowadays rappers dyin over music) 
dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs 
for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival 
(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang) 
chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame 
lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone 
home on the range 
(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious 
we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit 
(8-ball in the corner pocket) 
we snatch wallets off the white college 
the big apple forever rotten 
now when it comes to hard target hot nicks 
(so what the bullet clot) 
pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten 
major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten 
stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in 
them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen 
(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother fuckers 
my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers 
turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers) 
enough said, let's make whole fuckin town read 
(and rip their whole crew to a shread 
i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love 
(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club) 
we throw slugs (you ain't no thug 
i earn every god damn penny that i got 
son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible 
i wish a nigga with wood, would try to fuckin 
jack me, i'll murder you) 

Chorus 

wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)

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