On That Sht Again
RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, Ghostface Killah
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The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous (Yo, yo) the Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous Champagne nights on a corner mad heavy Around the time I was beefing with Wizzy Stark stayed in Claiborne drawers Dickin' bitches down they man come through Damn near kissed the ground jumping out of big shit with Benneton pajamas on Line my soldiers up, strategize, then I move my pawns Should've been Italian how I'm getting that Parmesan Talkin' bout the ones you keep putting those commas on And I'ma keep hope alive Cause mad lil' niggas look up to me outside Breaking dawn blunted, drums in they mouth I drop a jewel, they see the C-cyphers then bounce Please God, you see Ray yo tell 'em I say I was in the East, a nigga died, but cut off his dreads I be back around six PM Do my prayers around 1 o'clock Plus I gotta pick up these gems Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill, I'm supposed to be starring You know how I do, son Nugget stones with the blue ones And coming with me is a few guns I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again (the Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous) Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous) You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in Telekinesis, simple instrumental thesis I could hop on a track, relax, then remain speechless Peep this, I closed down the kid's store Bought thousand dollar sneakers Bought a dozen pair with 'em, shared 'em with his cousin Wu-tang slang boomerang back like Reggie Hudlin From New York City to Philly to Los Angeles The Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous You can't out think the RZA, nigga I make your brain shrink My lyrics are vitamins, I go from A to Zinc And yeah I got that iron just in case the Emcee think He can take it to the streets then watch his ass become extinct Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex I torn your fuckin' face to Jonah Hex Ay yo last night my sugar was five hundred That log cabin syrup on them flapjacks took it to sky hundred That's thirteen units of insulin Brought it back down now everything is official-in, like Michelin Counting bread like Maserati Rick out in Michigan And all my old girlfriends are jumping on my dick again I think he's on that shit again Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in I think he's on that shit again (the Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous) Twisting niggas out hard, gettin' rid of 'em (the Wu-Tang slang is mad dangerous) You gamble on rap, yo my bid is in Bet against me, you own a hat where your fuckin' head can't fit up in
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Written by: Robert Fitzgerald Diggs, Dennis Coles
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