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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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MC Conditioner,
you could never say this boy's a amateur
Verse 2
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Yeah, yeah
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Wu- Tang Clan
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Big Snoop D O double G
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Somethin' for the 2000 Your mama name Peter,
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Fuck that nigga,
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when it come to the heater
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Be the elevator, pussy eater
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Too desperator, got shot,
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a hibernator
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Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em
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Old Dirty corporata, splash,
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I'm up on the punanny flash
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Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red
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Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated
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For 29 years, no educated
High caded, 'cause you kept
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What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what
All you niggas I'm puttin you in your place
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Verse 3
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MC Conditioner,
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you could never say this boy's a amateur
Verse 4
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Mr. No- Meaner, pussy ho- beater
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I keep fo' heaters when
I'm dippin with my vita
Suckers they wanna beat us, join
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us but we don't need 'em
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Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em,
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This negro right here pimps hoes
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I smoke so much dope I have
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ya bloody at the nose
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Since my buddy at these
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hoes wit a bud like a rose
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It just so happens I'm the nigga
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I flows above the rest, mos' def'
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Got you shakin' yo' ass, and
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you throwin' up yo' set
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Whatever you do,
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you keepin' it true
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Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew
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Ooh, the Wu,
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is back up in this motherfucker
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Ooh, and Snoop,
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is burnin' rubber on these suckers
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It's a dog day afternoon
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The Clan go bang,
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and the bang go boom
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How you love it, how you like it,
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and how you get it
Do that damn thing and quit
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bullshittin' wit' it
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this
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boy is a amateur (say what)
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this
boy's a amateur
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Verse 5
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MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
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Interlude 1
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Verse 6
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Yeah, pump that shit, testin'
Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu- Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up
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and smoke shit y'all
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To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas
don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin' but dimes
The eightball murder verse,
freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
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What, what, what, what, hazardous dart
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Visual long forgotten art
That fell apart,
til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street,
Rza make re- break beats
Packed seats,
rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank,
heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when
they ships approach the bank
Wu niggas rollin',
throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan,
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shot up the military clothin'
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Quickly blow up,
rolled up in rappers like pennies
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My brother stack tracks
on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of,
science from experts
Self applyin',
that put giants in the network
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Through compact discs and
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televised live quotes
We multiply our strength,
on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what
Verse 7
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
You keep on, til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
Ah Wu- Tang known to make your body rock
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