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Cappadonna] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! [Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)] Yea, for real, for real (Eh yo,
[ VERSE 1: W.C. ] Yo Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on No wait a minute - hm-hm, now let me check my tone (Before I start rockin) Yo, what
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to the mother) (And it goes a little somethin like this) [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] How ya livin, a brother kill another for a color Now his family's forced to sit
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young
fleas I'm watching cartoons and eating little candy And everybody here wants to be like me Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy And all
And see those pocket aces W-wanna see who you are. Got a sex drive that's to push the start I got a sex drive that's to push the start Push push push
little candy And everybody here wants to be like me Walking on the sidewalk with W.C. Handy And all the little people turn their heads To see I'm
talkin bout? Yeah If y'all think I'm goin back to that muthafucka, you're crazy Muthafuckas [ VERSE 1: W.C. ] It all started on a Saturday night, yo, I was
thunder to thunder This nigga is the bumper to bumper Kai you see where am from W C am from Nigeria Omo you say na na criteria Wey e dey Zoo like bacteria
parle à moi-même aux W.C. pour dessoûler Seul, je serai devant la muerte Encore une fois, encore une nuit T'entendre crier, t'agripper sur le lit J'me
ndi3o Selkathom la hiya, nezlo bi3o (oh) C'est la guerre, oh, oui, c'est la vie (ha) Jamais ma tkoun labas (labas, labas) Trajet dur w c'est sur ysali
Yeah Yeah Alright, I graduated from a S.W.A.C class I remember getting faded in my math class That's why I would always sit at the very back
M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love
Whop W I C K E D W I C K E D W I C K E D W I C K E D Gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch nigga MBLOKK bang in this bitch bang in this bitch nigga
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for life A preacher's son, first one on the run I'm grateful that I haven't been shot Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock W-Y-C
And the girls 'cause they know what's up So I've got some mischief in my blood Can you blame me? I never got no love We got all the ways to be W-I-C
that's trouble I like this trouble Trou-uh-uh-ble yeah I like this trouble Trou-uh-uh-ble yeah I like it Na-na-na-na Baby, T-W-I-C-E I like
[Westside] Killa county is a state, murda [Repeat: x4] [W.C.] Who's that dumpin' out that window ho riding (westside) Nobody survives when I got my
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[Westside] Killa county is a state, murda [Repeat: x4] [W.C.] Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my
here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin' like this walkin' like this From the concrete when they chalkin' like this
still right here don't fresh your luck [W.C.] Homey I'm tired of the cowards parkin like this walkin like this From the concrete when they chalkin'
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