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til we decease
Like X-Men I'm wolverine and he beast
Blood thicker than water we came here to slaughter
Been at it for years and we still going harder

don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it

the whip screaming niggas 
Ain't shit is her ritual, she say She got love for em all but not The unconditional
She has a three year old that Goes by Denise

Impossible

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

needs ya
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low

conceited I don't need no luck
Look up to my mom's, only one that I trust
All by myself ain't one got my back
Promethazine fell in love with the act
Break off

short on the pesos
That's how the game goes
Though the concrete grew a black rose
Seven years old plateaued
Back from the dead followed by black crows

The 12 King Pimp Commandments

Necro

Gory Days

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!

Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?

A king pimp's been here for years representin'

a river this boy a bitch
Die me die me fill that boy wit sum lead
One more one more think he might be dead
Drop whore drop whore he messed up in the head

It's gonna be two niggas dead on the day I go
Yeah, you crazy (Yeah, yeah, FOREVEROLLING)

Don't put them to the move and lose, might see a sniper

Ignore the signs
Pay no attention to the experts
Leave no resources
For the rest of us
Scorch the sky
Rape and pillage the-e earth
Take no thought

stop....
Droppin' these boooooombs.....

[2x]

[Third Verse:]

I was twelve years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that bitch ever got her

Tyler
But you know she still Gobblin' this Bastard

(Laughter)
Yeah
Yeah, dead man in his bitch, uh
Talk to these niggas, I don't
Talk to ya bitch, I

you high off some trees?
I figure ya said that 'cause yo' bitch was on yo' back
Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo'

competition 
You ain't gone find it, I'm the coldest that they rhyme with
(Screamin' What Is Love?) 
Started off at 7, 8 years passed I perfect timed it 
Osama

competition 
You ain't gone find it, I'm the coldest that they rhyme with
(Screamin' What Is Love?) 
Started off at 7, 8 years passed I perfect timed it 
Osama

being down bad my mom died
When i was seven years old damn it made me cry
And my skin was dry now i smoke on dope to get the pain from my eyes woah woah

that
Dead broke Dead broke
Use to be the same damn way hadda use my head tho
Just hadda stack this monday by friday im up 7 fold
7000 plus in my pockets

make it out literally
Fifth degree
Hotter than ever dont you get burnt nigga
Wise men know google don't determine my worth nigga
Feel like I'm in call

later
I'll be in my Benz
Courting some flavor and
Tasting her friends
Unshaped by the ends
Shit, I can contend
Number one killer of 
Chill beats and men

die
'Cause like my man Chaz Van, eh the vibes don't lie
Man, get your hands up in the sky, wave 'em from side to side
'Cause I'm twenty years plus,

Killa Kali

Celly Cel

Killa Kali

1995

(Talk)
Good evening
Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News
Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California
Where five black men were

Yo! Here’s some stuff I learned when I was old. Every rhyme you write has a soul
It has a life. You breathed in it! So don’t disease in it. More

solid,
Never heard accountability, maybe issues with father,
Losing life shit that's eternity, can't replace the fallen,
40 clips don't make men, 30 years

Rules

Wu-Tang Clan

Iron Flag

2001

Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now
Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?
Fly that shit over my hood and get blown