Duck Seazon (feat. Raekwon, RZA & Method Man)
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โฑ๏ธ 5:42 duration
๐ ID: 32813867
๐ Lyrics
We scrape y'all motherfuckers, it's my word
When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'
And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me?
Only ones who we got respect for is the niggas that we say peace to
Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on, yo
My team be bellyachin', hungry niggas on the swarm again
Piranha nigga bite dick, yo, son, it's on again
What up? He made a move, try to assist it
Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn, but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, yo, son, it's logical
How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what? My Wallys got messed up
Autograph pressed up, what? Blessed enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, mazola rap will get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra
We movin' through your hood like we supposed to, flexin'
Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement, Tekitha, bust your gun, boo
Like that badass bitch in Dead Presidents
Ad on the billboard store, check it now
You get the gold dick award, it's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floatin' in the S.E., now, let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo
You fuckin' idiot, playin' with my Clan, but you be fearin' it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back, though, set up shop and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now? Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot
Fuck around, punk (7-15)
We battle for cream, nigga (yo)
You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the .44 reflectin' off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga
Still, shame on a nigga who tried to run game
Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on Persian rugs
Washin' niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page Daily Chronicle reads
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves
You lack tranquility in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities
Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Ancient poems of poetry
Old scrolls, explosive head bullets
Black hooded, Timberland-footed ninjas
With full metal jacket clips and know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains, advice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya irie?
I need 18 points on my next joint
This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Steve Rifkind must've been sniffin'
To catch somethin' so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin'
I fuck hundreds of bitches and spent millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hill to the harbor
Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
I gave birth to MCs, thieves, and bank robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the 120 Lessons
Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in
Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
Collectin' minds at the door
You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw
What the fuck you think I'm flowin' for? It's rhyme and reason
Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season
We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker
Bad asses, high time, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to 'em, room service
Under pressure and mad nervy
Wavin' guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't worried
Keep them sick niggas 7-30
Picture this, watch the birdie
These bastards is old and dirty
With sharp hymns that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, needles and pins
'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
As I racetrack with thoroughbreds, duckin' the Feds
Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son
Niggas ran up on me, lord, praisin' what we do by the laws
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung
Switch, finger itch, starin' at you like a bitch
Maybe y'all niggas snitch
You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona
Read the Robb Report, then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo
We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, slidin' through customs
Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
James Bond Bimmers behind me on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
He caught a slug for lying
Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying
Militia, rollin' in position
Casa Blanca, Cuban link Christian
Lex retali' back whistling
Fake fucks
How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me
For that you're gonna die
I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'
And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me?
Only ones who we got respect for is the niggas that we say peace to
Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on, yo
My team be bellyachin', hungry niggas on the swarm again
Piranha nigga bite dick, yo, son, it's on again
What up? He made a move, try to assist it
Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn, but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, yo, son, it's logical
How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal rips the global
From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food
Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what? My Wallys got messed up
Autograph pressed up, what? Blessed enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, mazola rap will get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra
We movin' through your hood like we supposed to, flexin'
Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement, Tekitha, bust your gun, boo
Like that badass bitch in Dead Presidents
Ad on the billboard store, check it now
You get the gold dick award, it's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floatin' in the S.E., now, let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo
You fuckin' idiot, playin' with my Clan, but you be fearin' it
Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back, though, set up shop and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now? Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot
Fuck around, punk (7-15)
We battle for cream, nigga (yo)
You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the .44 reflectin' off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga
Still, shame on a nigga who tried to run game
Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on Persian rugs
Washin' niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
Front page Daily Chronicle reads
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves
You lack tranquility in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities
Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Ancient poems of poetry
Old scrolls, explosive head bullets
Black hooded, Timberland-footed ninjas
With full metal jacket clips and know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains, advice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya irie?
I need 18 points on my next joint
This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Steve Rifkind must've been sniffin'
To catch somethin' so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin'
I fuck hundreds of bitches and spent millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hill to the harbor
Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
I gave birth to MCs, thieves, and bank robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the 120 Lessons
Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in
Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections
This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
Collectin' minds at the door
You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw
What the fuck you think I'm flowin' for? It's rhyme and reason
Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season
We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker
Bad asses, high time, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to 'em, room service
Under pressure and mad nervy
Wavin' guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't worried
Keep them sick niggas 7-30
Picture this, watch the birdie
These bastards is old and dirty
With sharp hymns that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, needles and pins
'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
As I racetrack with thoroughbreds, duckin' the Feds
Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son
Niggas ran up on me, lord, praisin' what we do by the laws
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production
Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung
Switch, finger itch, starin' at you like a bitch
Maybe y'all niggas snitch
You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona
Read the Robb Report, then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo
We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, slidin' through customs
Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
James Bond Bimmers behind me on Bacardi Limon
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
He caught a slug for lying
Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying
Militia, rollin' in position
Casa Blanca, Cuban link Christian
Lex retali' back whistling
Fake fucks
How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me
For that you're gonna die
I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.92] We scrape y'all motherfuckers, it's my word
[00:04.57] When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'
[00:08.93] And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me?
[00:13.49] Only ones who we got respect for is the niggas that we say peace to
[00:17.94] Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on, yo
[00:22.03] My team be bellyachin', hungry niggas on the swarm again
[00:25.07] Piranha nigga bite dick, yo, son, it's on again
[00:27.79] What up? He made a move, try to assist it
[00:29.70] Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn, but I'm a bishop
[00:33.22] Back to the novel, yo, son, it's logical
[00:35.92] How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle
[00:39.13] Now my proposal rips the global
[00:40.91] From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food
[00:44.60] Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November
[00:47.96] Shorty called me Santa in December
[00:50.06] But guess what? My Wallys got messed up
[00:52.44] Autograph pressed up, what? Blessed enough to blow your rest up
[00:55.62] We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, mazola rap will get you sent back
[00:59.27] Represent the gentlemens who bent that
[01:01.11] Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra
[01:04.33] We movin' through your hood like we supposed to, flexin'
[01:06.94] Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement, Tekitha, bust your gun, boo
[01:10.15] Like that badass bitch in Dead Presidents
[01:12.52] Ad on the billboard store, check it now
[01:14.86] You get the gold dick award, it's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
[01:18.09] Test me, floatin' in the S.E., now, let's see
[01:20.64] Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
[01:23.76] Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
[01:27.05] Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo
[01:29.50] You fuckin' idiot, playin' with my Clan, but you be fearin' it
[01:32.53] Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
[01:35.17] Please, y'all niggas money's gettin' low
[01:37.18] But could you come back, though, set up shop and get the fat glow?
[01:40.45] Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
[01:42.86] So what the deal now? Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot
[01:47.71] Fuck around, punk (7-15)
[01:49.67] We battle for cream, nigga (yo)
[01:50.84] You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing
[01:54.10] I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
[01:57.27] No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
[01:59.56] When I saw the .44 reflectin' off your shiny forehead
[02:02.62] It's Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga
[02:05.20] Still, shame on a nigga who tried to run game
[02:07.96] Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on Persian rugs
[02:10.72] Washin' niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
[02:13.18] Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
[02:15.32] Front page Daily Chronicle reads
[02:16.97] "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
[02:19.39] You fall like autumn leaves
[02:20.70] You lack tranquility in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities
[02:24.47] Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
[02:26.40] Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
[02:28.74] Ancient poems of poetry
[02:30.22] Old scrolls, explosive head bullets
[02:32.22] Black hooded, Timberland-footed ninjas
[02:34.49] With full metal jacket clips and know how to put it in you
[02:37.20] Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
[02:40.35] I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains, advice
[02:42.65] Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
[02:45.45] Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
[02:48.26] And lead them to defy me, diary, ya irie?
[02:52.59] I need 18 points on my next joint
[02:54.52] This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
[02:58.03] Steve Rifkind must've been sniffin'
[03:00.24] To catch somethin' so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin'
[03:03.89] I fuck hundreds of bitches and spent millions of dollars
[03:06.54] And built with thousands of scholars
[03:08.40] My life saga from the hill to the harbor
[03:10.62] Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
[03:12.33] I gave birth to MCs, thieves, and bank robbers
[03:15.19] We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
[03:17.67] And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
[03:20.36] Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
[03:23.60] But none of the above compare to the 120 Lessons
[03:26.24] Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in
[03:29.38] Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections
[03:31.86] This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
[03:35.75] Collectin' minds at the door
[03:37.24] You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw
[03:39.95] What the fuck you think I'm flowin' for? It's rhyme and reason
[03:43.04] Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season
[03:46.20] We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker
[03:48.67] Bad asses, high time, lower classes
[03:51.37] Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
[03:54.22] Bring it to 'em, room service
[03:55.98] Under pressure and mad nervy
[03:58.06] Wavin' guns at the clergy
[03:59.71] Ticallion, we ain't worried
[04:01.43] Keep them sick niggas 7-30
[04:03.61] Picture this, watch the birdie
[04:05.28] These bastards is old and dirty
[04:07.09] With sharp hymns that be stabbing you
[04:08.99] Pins and needles, needles and pins
[04:10.99] 'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
[04:13.53] As I racetrack with thoroughbreds, duckin' the Feds
[04:16.23] Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son
[04:19.09] Niggas ran up on me, lord, praisin' what we do by the laws
[04:22.06] That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
[04:25.25] Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
[04:27.21] Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production
[04:30.90] Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung
[04:33.43] Switch, finger itch, starin' at you like a bitch
[04:36.68] Maybe y'all niggas snitch
[04:38.46] You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona
[04:42.32] Read the Robb Report, then bone her
[04:44.41] Buy you some jewels, here's some food
[04:46.33] Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo
[04:49.79] We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom
[04:52.98] Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, slidin' through customs
[04:55.95] Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
[04:57.95] James Bond Bimmers behind me on Bacardi Limon
[05:00.51] Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
[05:02.75] He caught a slug for lying
[05:04.21] Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying
[05:06.48] Militia, rollin' in position
[05:08.66] Casa Blanca, Cuban link Christian
[05:10.69] Lex retali' back whistling
[05:13.25] Fake fucks
[05:25.59] How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me
[05:28.43] For that you're gonna die
[05:30.06] I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
[05:34.97] Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
[05:38.91] There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
[05:42.16]
[00:04.57] When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'
[00:08.93] And addin' on, y'all niggas just watch, hear me?
[00:13.49] Only ones who we got respect for is the niggas that we say peace to
[00:17.94] Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on, yo
[00:22.03] My team be bellyachin', hungry niggas on the swarm again
[00:25.07] Piranha nigga bite dick, yo, son, it's on again
[00:27.79] What up? He made a move, try to assist it
[00:29.70] Listen, kid, yo, you was born to be a pawn, but I'm a bishop
[00:33.22] Back to the novel, yo, son, it's logical
[00:35.92] How you figure, God? What? Float on the track, flip the obstacle
[00:39.13] Now my proposal rips the global
[00:40.91] From California to courts, it's over, God, told taste the soul food
[00:44.60] Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November
[00:47.96] Shorty called me Santa in December
[00:50.06] But guess what? My Wallys got messed up
[00:52.44] Autograph pressed up, what? Blessed enough to blow your rest up
[00:55.62] We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, mazola rap will get you sent back
[00:59.27] Represent the gentlemens who bent that
[01:01.11] Flash medallions like Italians, La Costra Nostra
[01:04.33] We movin' through your hood like we supposed to, flexin'
[01:06.94] Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement, Tekitha, bust your gun, boo
[01:10.15] Like that badass bitch in Dead Presidents
[01:12.52] Ad on the billboard store, check it now
[01:14.86] You get the gold dick award, it's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
[01:18.09] Test me, floatin' in the S.E., now, let's see
[01:20.64] Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
[01:23.76] Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
[01:27.05] Stay militant, kid, twist ya like Bolo
[01:29.50] You fuckin' idiot, playin' with my Clan, but you be fearin' it
[01:32.53] Fake one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
[01:35.17] Please, y'all niggas money's gettin' low
[01:37.18] But could you come back, though, set up shop and get the fat glow?
[01:40.45] Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
[01:42.86] So what the deal now? Link up with us or put your shield down, faggot
[01:47.71] Fuck around, punk (7-15)
[01:49.67] We battle for cream, nigga (yo)
[01:50.84] You want a pound, crab? Nah, let his hand swing
[01:54.10] I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
[01:57.27] No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
[01:59.56] When I saw the .44 reflectin' off your shiny forehead
[02:02.62] It's Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't nothing changed, nigga
[02:05.20] Still, shame on a nigga who tried to run game
[02:07.96] Your version of perversion, fuckin' bitches on Persian rugs
[02:10.72] Washin' niggas like detergent, it's the surgeon
[02:13.18] Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge
[02:15.32] Front page Daily Chronicle reads
[02:16.97] "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
[02:19.39] You fall like autumn leaves
[02:20.70] You lack tranquility in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities
[02:24.47] Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
[02:26.40] Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
[02:28.74] Ancient poems of poetry
[02:30.22] Old scrolls, explosive head bullets
[02:32.22] Black hooded, Timberland-footed ninjas
[02:34.49] With full metal jacket clips and know how to put it in you
[02:37.20] Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
[02:40.35] I'm certainly a heist for your ice is curtains, advice
[02:42.65] Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
[02:45.45] Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
[02:48.26] And lead them to defy me, diary, ya irie?
[02:52.59] I need 18 points on my next joint
[02:54.52] This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
[02:58.03] Steve Rifkind must've been sniffin'
[03:00.24] To catch somethin' so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin'
[03:03.89] I fuck hundreds of bitches and spent millions of dollars
[03:06.54] And built with thousands of scholars
[03:08.40] My life saga from the hill to the harbor
[03:10.62] Legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
[03:12.33] I gave birth to MCs, thieves, and bank robbers
[03:15.19] We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
[03:17.67] And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
[03:20.36] Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
[03:23.60] But none of the above compare to the 120 Lessons
[03:26.24] Or my queen and my seed and the homes that I rest in
[03:29.38] Enter my zone, get blown in 99 sections
[03:31.86] This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation
[03:35.75] Collectin' minds at the door
[03:37.24] You want it, niggas? It's yours, the flavor's raw
[03:39.95] What the fuck you think I'm flowin' for? It's rhyme and reason
[03:43.04] Bite the bullet, niggas is fowl and it's duck season
[03:46.20] We at odds 'til we even, motherfucker
[03:48.67] Bad asses, high time, lower classes
[03:51.37] Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
[03:54.22] Bring it to 'em, room service
[03:55.98] Under pressure and mad nervy
[03:58.06] Wavin' guns at the clergy
[03:59.71] Ticallion, we ain't worried
[04:01.43] Keep them sick niggas 7-30
[04:03.61] Picture this, watch the birdie
[04:05.28] These bastards is old and dirty
[04:07.09] With sharp hymns that be stabbing you
[04:08.99] Pins and needles, needles and pins
[04:10.99] 'Nuff said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'
[04:13.53] As I racetrack with thoroughbreds, duckin' the Feds
[04:16.23] Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard, son
[04:19.09] Niggas ran up on me, lord, praisin' what we do by the laws
[04:22.06] That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
[04:25.25] Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate
[04:27.21] Reconstruction, that's the whole science on my production
[04:30.90] Y'all niggas guess who stuck, son, left his nuts hung
[04:33.43] Switch, finger itch, starin' at you like a bitch
[04:36.68] Maybe y'all niggas snitch
[04:38.46] You's a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona
[04:42.32] Read the Robb Report, then bone her
[04:44.41] Buy you some jewels, here's some food
[04:46.33] Not necessarily mean to be rude, boo, check out the analoo
[04:49.79] We into mushrooms, chase the Heineken, the custom
[04:52.98] Baggy jeans, thick ropes, god, slidin' through customs
[04:55.95] Chill, y'all niggas know what time it is
[04:57.95] James Bond Bimmers behind me on Bacardi Limon
[05:00.51] Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
[05:02.75] He caught a slug for lying
[05:04.21] Yeah, you was lying, where the cash? Crying
[05:06.48] Militia, rollin' in position
[05:08.66] Casa Blanca, Cuban link Christian
[05:10.69] Lex retali' back whistling
[05:13.25] Fake fucks
[05:25.59] How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me
[05:28.43] For that you're gonna die
[05:30.06] I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
[05:34.97] Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
[05:38.91] There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
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