Tonalidad: Ab major
Verse 1
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"Good wu- tang martial expert
There's not many,
who can match up with him"
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(he'll give you a heart condition
Verse 2
If you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain't no good for
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the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
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It's dumb and big it's dumb and big)
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Mira, meth- tical
comin through with the suu
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(lie in cut for y'all)
Verse 3
Check it out
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Niggas wanna test my
steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas,
you better freeze
In your tracks,
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a wu- tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus
the phat money sack
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You want it all? yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in
the back for a stack
Niggas like, "damn,
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why you want it like that?" (why is that?)
Cause I'm a dog,
and I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude's cold like the north polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a little further
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down the map (is that so?)
A little buck wilding,
island called stat'
Where niggas carry gats in
they black moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the
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bones and the rap
And you's an unknown
with a faulty contract
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Wake up and smell the met- chod
motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from
the foe when head crack
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An indian giver and I'm out
to take it back
Shaolin island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin
That's how it's goin down, yeah,
it's goin down like that
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I gets my thang in ac tion
Verse 4
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To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! tell em what's happenin!
Verse 5
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(what's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here - brothers
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ain't got no peers
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And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!) I
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swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and
you still can't score
Nuttin - cause you ain't got
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no points in this game
Kid you frontin - I'm home run hittin,
you be buntin
Fresh out the toilet,
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I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good,
when bad, I'm better
You want it? whatever - I'll
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be the stormy weather
Rain comin down,
so weatherproof you're leather
Jacket, a nigga with a axe
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couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the met- chod,
say it loud
I'm the met- chod,
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man - clap yo' hands, now check it
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See me in the mix, rollin fat,
bustin flicks
While my physical brother came
through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by,
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give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up,
killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat,
I'm fearsome
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Basically that, I'm all of that,
and then some
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While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the sandbox
and kickin dirt
All on my name but you
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can't pull my file
You don't know me,
and you don't know my style
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Comin out dere like dat dere, yeahhhh
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Even grizzly adams couldn't bear
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