Lyrics:
does, that's what it does, it came with the fuzz
So I'm talking that rug, that sticky, that icky stuff
Whatever happens, I don't wanna wait
In vain, like
smell?
Isn't it a crime they let these urchins clog the pavement?
Penny buys a bottle, does it? (That's enough, sir, ample) (Go ahead and try it, what
to certain people, right?
And they're like, yo, you know what I mean?
It's like, I tell them, yo, we're tryna flip that word "nigga"
And show them that
innocent (he did it, he's black)
If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo, think about that for a minute)
What if he was white,
Yo yo yo
What's the definition of truth
They say it's the quality or state of being true
Or that which is true in accordance to the fact of reality
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass
a nigga back like that
Flossin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
(OK girl) Yo, what I did was wack
But don't
a nigga back like that
Flossin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
(OK girl) Yo, what I did was wack
But don't
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
Me, what does it mean?
Trying to find the time
To keep embracing the peace
How does it seem?
These night can take you places
That you have never
smell?
Isn't it a crime they let these urchins clog the pavement?
Penny buys a bottle, does it? (That's enough, sir, ample) (Go ahead and try it, what
together, what
Tell Skipper, Skipper Jones, Skipper Jones
Hey, yo, it's Skipper Jones
You better leave me alone
That's L-O-A-N
What you doin'? Where's your
the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol'
the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol'
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
Yo, I know everyone out there wanna know, "what the hell does this mean?"
Well, I don't know my damn self
Now what the hell does thoia thoing
my left hand on the Bible, raise my right one up
And repeat after me
I'm about to swear to you
That this song is what's up
And I'll do it to these
what?
If PMD is judgin' it, yeah the cautious crew
Makin' all that money on that business as usual
(Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started
better bust that if you gon' pull that
What?
Where the fuckin' hood at?
If hood is fuckin' with me, nigga (it's all good)
For real (it's all good,
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
the street say, "Girls, yo we made it!"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about
Mikey trusting who? how does that sound
Gave her so much dick she fienin for another round
They asking me all the time what is it that you want
I be
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
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