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  • Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x3)
  • [raekwon]
  • Eh, yo
  • Staircases to stage now, major waves tanktop
  • Nautica, flippin your daughter 30 ways
  • Yeah, who want mine, bent outta shape one time
  • Play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
  • Watch my shit shit, niggaz in the back, wigs lit
  • You know the stats god, niggaz in the back, backs lit
  • War drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
  • Spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga *****in with a rich cat
  • My shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
  • Plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
  • Yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
  • 300 thousand dollars in a bottle, ***** mad as hollow
  • My techinique, roller in the road, gold league
  • You know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
  • Rock madbys stole 100 dollar bags, though
  • That nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
  • [fredro starr, (x-1)]
  • Yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
  • Heat spots can knock it, its so hot chicks is topless
  • Rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
  • You knock this, bust a shot
  • Dont miss, you better knock this
  • (x-1 while out and watch this
  • Til your eyes turn red with blotches
  • Eatin scraps out the garbage
  • Unload a cartridge and bust a cap
  • X could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
  • *****es *****in for free, is outta the quest
  • Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
  • I cross the heat from across the street
  • Fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
  • Street crime, time is money, nigga dont waist mine
  • Dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
  • Lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
  • On the dance floor, blood and moet, Im blowin your set
  • Trick 20 gs, dont sweat, your goin to death
  • Im goin for broke, Im blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
  • (wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
  • X million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
  • For seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
  • Sleepin Im gone, you see what Im on
  • Keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
  • From here to battery parts)
  • Chorus: [odb {sampled from protect ya neck}]
  • First things first man, your *****in with the worst (x3)
  • You cant slam, so let me get fooled on a man
  • [suave]
  • Still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
  • Splash your class, mash your staff
  • What, nigga get smacked, you aint worth a punch
  • Hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
  • In the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
  • Def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
  • Shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
  • Twist you, and wont miss you, official master killer bee
  • Full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
  • For your stash, long as the war last, put up in your ass
  • Tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
  • [killa sin]
  • We be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
  • Cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
  • My whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
  • Killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
  • This terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
  • Canibus, evangelist, I impulse with metal fists
  • Wu build like construction and bang like precusion
  • On the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
  • Chorus x2
  • [method man, (sticky fingaz)]
  • (holy shit, who the ***** is that)
  • Its john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
  • I got your back cousin (I got the mac cousin)
  • And when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
  • (because its the new year, time for some new shit
  • Nowadays rappers dyin over music)
  • Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
  • For survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
  • (yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
  • Chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
  • Lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
  • Home on the range
  • (eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
  • We go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
  • (8-ball in the corner pocket)
  • We snatch wallets off the white college
  • The big apple forever rotten
  • Now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
  • (so what the bullet clot)
  • Pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
  • Major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
  • Stop *****in, no slippin, no pot to piss in
  • Them meltin pots boilin hot now in mels kitchen
  • (yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother *****ers
  • My moms dont raise no suckers, I slap rappers
  • Turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and youll have 9 fingers)
  • Enough said, lets make whole *****in town read
  • (and rip their whole crew to a shread
  • I got cold blood) hold your club (I hold blood) show no love
  • (so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
  • We throw slugs (you aint no thug
  • I earn every God damn penny that I got
  • Son, I roll with a shotgun in the convertible
  • I wish a nigga with wood, would try to *****in
  • Jack me, Ill murder you)
  • Chorus
  • Wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)

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