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And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you want to get up and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards
a competition, this mission here I'm tellin you
Slip up and rhyme-ass niggas here is fellin you
Crash courses, slow down you can't learn that quick
'cause I'm
bald headed wife
Gimme dat
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you want to get up
to their fate. One by one they
were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a
blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise.
With each burst
heads swollen
Mystikal slippin' and on the
Pavement you get laid
Light up through ya ho
I'mma grab you by them dookey braids
Put'cha head down, cuz I
lookin up to me
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club poppin' bottles
For what you need, gotta learn how to follow
I can be ya
Now do you remember what you were doing on 9
11 can you hear the voices
You know all the people screaming and shit
Me and niggas steppin'
Loading up
sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread,
Feels like I'm trapped in the chambers of my mind
Tryna loosen up the shackles I don't wanna feel confined
I envisioned different paths, but
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
I'm freshly designed
My credit is fine
You step up to jetson in seconds yo gone get beheaded so you get the message on time
Check it
I tell my haters
by
Yo guard that you ain't a fighter
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can't
to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like
chambers of ill danger (WU)
Inspect the deck that your dealt
And play it well
or you'll be shuffling in hell if the method fails
Protect ya' neck
Life is
a soul snatcher
She with the games if you with the games
Go for ballers and rappers
Might only use you for the dick if your goals is inactive
To sum it up
a mission so come equipped
But not with remote clickin's or clips
In the nine
Ya mind
Is fine
With me
Brother
Ya chickens, you caint rhyme
Oh this bit here dumb Rob
Yea ehh ah ah ah
Yea
Let me tell you about the story of the heartless one
See he wasnt always angry he use to have a heart
Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out
use it
I Think the Glock 9 be talking to me, he told me do it
Made bail they tried lock me down, they know they blew it
If it's up then it's stuck
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
I got a nine millimeter (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
what I'm saying
Fresh up out the hyperbolic time chamber (Yeah)
Told you we ain't playing, we ain't playing
De-Bo
God give the cards, but the devil cut
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
You'll sho' get
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