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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx! Ayo, stair case to stage now, major waves Tank Top, Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways Yeah, who want mine? Bent out of shape one Time Play them all, staring at your bird of All, sunshine Watch my ship shift, niggas in the Back, wigs lit You know the stats, dog, don't Even ask for, bags split Raw drug raps, Thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This here no love, nigga, fucking with a rich Cat My shit mack, five feet six with a Crisp hat Plus throwing down on thirty bricks, Niggas is with that Doe, Federados, Rock my man, yo, hit lotto Three hundred thousand In the bottle, bitch, mack this Homo technique, Rover in the robe, goalie You know the code Read, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navys though, Hundred dollar bags rally That nigga crab me, Gaming himself like Milton Bradley Yo, this should Be automatic, lock this, unlock this The response Could knock, it's so hot chicks is topless Rims Is spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxious You can't Knock this, bust a shot, you better not miss Run wild out and make you watch this 'Til Your eyes turn red with blotches Eating straps out The garbage, unload a cartridge And bust a cap, X can never trust a cat Onyx is as Hot as it gets Bitches fucking for free, It's outta the quest Blow blood outta your flesh, Your body outta your vest, what I toss the Heat from across the street Fly you up off Your feet, you die living short for sweet Street Crime, time is money, nigga, don't waste mine Explode my nine, throwing your shine, you froze in Time Looking at death, holding your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood in my wet, I'm Blowing your set Six twenty G's, No sweat, you going in debt I'm going for Broke, I'm blowing out smoke, you catch a stroke Wu-Tang and ball heads, Swiss four heads Leave you All red, X million, fully armed Illest beyond your Illest form Bringing the storm for seeing you on Nothing keeping me calm but heat in my palm Sleeping you gone, you see what I'm on Peeping Out of the dark, scatter your parts From here To Battery Park First things first, man, You're with the worst First things first, Man, you're with the worst First things man, You're with the worst You can't slam, so let Me get Fuge on it, man Still master graft After cash Hash be bashed and splash in class, Mash your staff What? Nigga, get smacked, you ain't worth a punch Hurt Your bunch, get murked, you front in the wrong Circle, punk Mack clever niggas that wreck Catch you On the D-Low in Mecca and that's your sketcher Shaking your face, vacating your space Breaking your Face, straight in your waist Twist you and won't Miss you Official, mack the killer beat, Full blast Get all smashed, pull fast for your Stash Long as the war last, foot up in Your ass Trying to count more mack, Bringing the harp we be the mainstream supreme Rhymes Top of the line cuisine fiends Number one Love for thug queens scheming on cream My whole Team love the E-cup bras and mob rocks Killer Sin known for making niggas reach for the stars The stepparest lyricist in the midst of the abyss The cannabis evangelist, iron palms with metal fists Wu built like construction and bang like percussion All the planet battery backs could bust and now Function, what? First first, man, you're with the Worst First things first, man, you're with the worst First things first, man, you're with the worst You Can't slam, so let me get Fuge on it, Man First things first, man, you're you're with the Worst First things first, man, you're with the worst You can't slam, so let me get Fuge on It, man Holy shit, who the fuck is that? It's John-John Sticky Fingaz, kid, you got my back I got your back, cousin I got the mack, Cousin And when them niggas start jumping, Bust back, cousin 'Cause it's a new year, Time for some new shit Nowadays rappers dying over Music Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto Singing songs for survival, ducking homicidal, You rivals Yeah, yeah, Onyx, Wu-Tang, On tracks we gang bang Chitty bang bang Chitty Chitty bang bang Hot Nicks spit flame, Lava pump through my veins Caught in the zone, Home on the range Ayo, you rang? I'm ferocious, atrocious We got that Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Dope shit Eight Ball in the corner pocket We snatch wallets off The white collar The Big Apple forever rotted Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nicks So what The bumoclot it? Pop shit, we do the knowledge To sharp niggas, Once bitten, major swingers Heavy hitting, Parlay your kitten, throw up your mittens Stop Bitching, no slipping, no pot to piss in The Melting pot's boiling hot now in Hell's Kitchen Yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherfuckers Believe that, my moms don't raise no suckers I Slap rappers, turn them into singers Touch something Mine and you'll have nine fingers Enough said, Let's make this whole fucking town red And whoosh, They whole crew to a sweat I got cold Blood For your plug A whole rug Show no Love You're so bugged your whole mug And shoot Up the whole club We grow slugs You ain't No thug I earned every goddamn penny that I Got, son I'm rolling shotgun in a convertible I Wish a nigga would, one try to fucking jack Me I'll murder you First things first, man, you're with worst First things first, man, you're with the worst First Things first, man, you're with worst You can't slam, So let me get Fuge on it, man Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx! Wu-Tang, Follow My footsteps, you used to ante up for a Nickel sack. Revenge heal the wounds, you touch me I got to put you back. Rolling and stolen V's with heat ho chasing. Cop me six months time and three years probation. Repeat offender, bender, no retreat, No surrender. I'm the number one contender. I got a new game plan. Strictly sporting name brand, laying in a pound Hundred. Floating through your town blunted, off Some shit that give you burnt throats. Amputating all the turncoats. They get cremated, never been buried. My five plated, is how I dead fights. I'll have your family driving in the daytime with They headlights. Yeah, What? Keep shining I'm daily thinking of a life Gleaming, the life we in. How to obtain it, what's the meaning? On shining The fact that cash rules these last Days, we the last crews. My present wards and my past dues. Keep True soldier, no matter the goal, we getting Closer. For bitch-ass niggas, it's just about over. On shining I'm in it for the long haul And this goes out to all my true living Dogs and my soul chrome. Don't talk about it, make it happen. Don't fake it, jack. The Hennessy act, got you like that. You on the block tryna hold a nine. Son, you living on my time. Don't try to overshine. Play your P, play your position. I stay with G, stay on the mission. Precisely put what game I nicely. Shifty son, still sheisty. You in your 850, riding shotgun. If you can count your money, you ain't got None. And bitches be their game tight. Baby, get the name right. CG coming like a train light. And niggas be done pretending, but I'm armed and Pending, so they can get the John Lennon. Hundred dollar gator players, silk shirts and Champagne. Don't know a thing about the damn game. I'm daily thinking of a life gleaming, the life We in. How to obtain it, what's the meaning? On shining The fact that cash rules these last Days, we the last crews. My present wards and my past dues. Keep True soldier, no matter the goal, we getting Closer. For bitch-ass niggas, it's just about over. Keep shining I'm in it for the long haul And this goes out to all my true living Dogs and my soul chrome. My artistic creation on Decoration will set the nation with infestation of Lyric lasers. For all occasions, engagements and Events. For big dollars and cents, making niggas' Past tense. It's consequence. All I see around me makes up the place. Where if you don't hold down your space, you Quickly get erased. Don't waste a thought thinking, I ain't gon' be Bringing the goods to Grant's home 'til my body's Dead and stinking. Watch as I back track on The last blast, the track crash. Catch the hash flash when I puff the black Grass. Learning the slick of the trade to be Self-made. Those who slept stay where they started And got played. I'm daily thinking of a life Gleaming, the life we in. How to obtain it, what's the meaning? Keep The fact that cash rules these last days, We the last crews. My present wards and my Past dues. shining True soldier, no matter the goal, We getting closer. For bitch-ass niggas, just about Over. Keep in it for the long haul and This goes out to all my true living dogs And my soul chrome. So shining Yeah, what, What, yeah, what, what. City nigga. All City. Uh, Official Nas. Uh. No doubt. Uh, All City. What? Uh. BK, Q-borough, too thorough. Yeah, official Nas. Uh. Light up the hash