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[Busta Rhymes]<br>Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?<br>Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?<br>Yeah yeah yeah..<br>Historical and monumental shit<br>What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah<br><br>Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball<br>Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall<br>Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what´s best for you<br>y´all niggaz better safeguard your shit<br>Even though we rep brass knuckle rap<br>Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap<br>Street niggaz now the corporate boss<br>Still go to y´all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss<br>And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb<br>Your whole show wack and I´ma cancel your sitcom<br>Fuck a nigga broad ´til she tired and real calm<br>You ain´t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm<br>The way we blow SHIT is a shame<br>Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne<br>Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz<br>Y´all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches<br>Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous<br>Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs<br>That´s my specialty, more to bust<br>Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord<br>I analyze your work those that got merked were not established<br>Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry<br>S-5, blowin through Asbury<br>Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand<br>Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse´s<br>Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers<br>God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand<br>See the color of the carved out Wu emblem<br>Baby, it´s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses<br>Limousine, automatic new uzi´s in ´em yo<br>Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him<br><br>[GZA]<br>Move up the block, giant box blast my song<br>Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on<br>Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias<br>Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris<br>I zoom in, while the listeners tune in<br>Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union<br>Lost nigga couldn´t rumble in this wild jungle<br>Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble<br>Divine Master, threw on the track that made ´em bleed<br>He produce at unattainable rains of top speed<br>This powerful magnet, that left ´em stagnant<br>was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments<br>Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise<br>Starlight scope, with the night vision device<br>Splendid marksman, that´ll shoot the one off the dice<br>Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill ´em twice<br>[*GUNBLAST*]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Busta Rhymes]<br>Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?<br>Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?<br>Yeah yeah yeah..<br>Historical and monumental shit<br>What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah<br><br>Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball<br>Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall<br>Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what´s best for you<br>y´all niggaz better safeguard your shit<br>Even though we rep brass knuckle rap<br>Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap<br>Street niggaz now the corporate boss<br>Still go to y´all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss<br>And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb<br>Your whole show wack and I´ma cancel your sitcom<br>Fuck a nigga broad ´til she tired and real calm<br>You ain´t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm<br>The way we blow SHIT is a shame<br>Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne<br>Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz<br>Y´all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches<br>Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous<br>Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs<br>That´s my specialty, more to bust<br>Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord<br>I analyze your work those that got merked were not established<br>Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry<br>S-5, blowin through Asbury<br>Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand<br>Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse´s<br>Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers<br>God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand<br>See the color of the carved out Wu emblem<br>Baby, it´s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses<br>Limousine, automatic new uzi´s in ´em yo<br>Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him<br><br>[GZA]<br>Move up the block, giant box blast my song<br>Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on<br>Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias<br>Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris<br>I zoom in, while the listeners tune in<br>Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union<br>Lost nigga couldn´t rumble in this wild jungle<br>Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble<br>Divine Master, threw on the track that made ´em bleed<br>He produce at unattainable rains of top speed<br>This powerful magnet, that left ´em stagnant<br>was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments<br>Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise<br>Starlight scope, with the night vision device<br>Splendid marksman, that´ll shoot the one off the dice<br>Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill ´em twice<br>[*GUNBLAST*]
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