Lyrics:
It's on
[Cappa] Where your sparkle at kid?
Rzarector
[Break: Raekwon the Chef]
Yes the shit is raw, coming at your door
Start to scream out
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
It's been my third day at this place
I still haven't figured it out how i managed to cryogenic my way
2 Centruries ahead of time
Apparently, i'm not
acting shady
Aiming for my stomach, throwin bullets like they Tom Brady
Tryin to stay calm, stay strong when the TVs on
Flipping through the news just
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
[Bridge]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
3 for the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get
Fuck these bitches, they gone get bullets to the dome
I'm yelling out Loma, make if fuckin known
That we ain't no punk bitches and our pride is strong
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
Two serpents will rise together
Energizing the insurgency
Self-achieved individuals
Fabricating strong hearts/souls
Rise
Insurgence rise
Rise
Those bamboo shoots would be an ideal means of ascent if they weren't spaced so far apart.
Penelope: Hold on, hold on... let me see if I can figure it out
Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon
continuous
Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Wu-Tang
Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here
On that AIDS
this motherfucker by myself
Smoking on strong, and holding on my dick like AH
My gold on, I'm the bomb, I'm talking goldmine
Nigga's taking shots
realize that the weak would fall
The best pick out of the crop of MCs
Got rocked by the fact of realness
Stop, the shit
Block parties was a thing
to choke ya motherfuckers
I leave the screw driver sticking half way out your dome
The worst part about is, I'm not alone
Chorus: Violent J (repeat 2
It might not be spring but it's time to have that dirty spring clean out
Verse Two
Let the mountains fall and the oceans roar
cnd let every
a black man, put your hands up, don't shoot
I'm just really spittin' facts when I get up in the booth
They was tryna take us out, I ain't know what to do
I do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two's
Gotta go, I
and jealous
You lost like and jealous
But you can find me in a white tan Ellis
Just like Van Halen, I'm a rock out bitch
I'm a wear that Glock like
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this shit by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s hoe,
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this sh** by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s h**,
to it, or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels,
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Verse 2-
I tote gats, got stacks - stay in all black
Hope that you know that I'm quick to bust
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