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Townes Van Zandt, Zeppelin, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Harry Chapin, Guy Clark and Van Halen
I got Rita, Kris, Keith Sykes and Country Joe when he was singin' with
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his leash, 
All this peace talk can cease
All these
The wrong button to push,
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese.
I'm a pit bull off his leash,
All this peace talk can cease
All these
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again 
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef 
You-God, Ghost Face
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again 
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef 
You-God, Ghost Face
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance
put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again 
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef 
You-God, Ghost Face
just like Marlon Brando
Run more game than that park in Orlando
Florida, or the other in Cali
And if I go broke I'll just pimp Sally
Pushin' the bush
by Kid Joe
Ah yea I'm Shawn Jay and I want to make a special announcement
To all the baby mamas I see you bitch, you too bitch

Baby, baby, baby
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
place
Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze

A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
The (?)
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
you from France, Japan or Italy 
An R&B fan, or a dope MC 
Some ol' jazz cat that won a Grammy 
A wide receiver, from Miami 
A soccer goalie
want, where I please
Keep a n**** in check, cause they be in my cheese
(Yo Yo) Yeah I know what you mean, my n****'s on some ol' mafia s***
He need
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap
man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert
They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance