Wu-Tang

U-God

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    [Chorus: U-God]
    You ain't heard us in a minute, you heard us in a minute, man
    (Wu-Tang!)
    I keep banging on you niggas, finger on my trigger, man
    (Wu-Tang!)

    [U-God:]
    I love bankrolls, stank hoes, camera shots, Kangols, bangles
    Pink records, check it, yeah, I make those
    More paper than Kinko's, check my lingo, bingo
    On my face, honey, not a wrinkle, trinkle
    My twinkle twinkle, make your toenails crinkle
    Twist up a dinkle, and honey, let's mingle, jingle
    When the nightfall, I'm tight with my white walls
    The greedy pain, draining on my life force
    Behold the pale white horse, the hype loss with tight jaws
    Fight law off, cause I don't like ya'll
    Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market
    You're brain washed, watch the starships
    I make cars flip, Deck bomb atomic, Islamic arms
    Kiss the comet, this time, he's gone
    I grip the don, rip arms out the socket, cock it
    Fly logic, now watch me sky rocket, watch it
    Hot as the tropic get, bulletproof asaphogus
    Steel cage confidence, burn it on a floppy disc
    Swerve the metropolis, my whole team in back of me
    You just a half of ki, I'm a coke factory

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    [Chorus x2]

    [Method Man:]
    Yo, thank god it's Friday, like it's just me and my chick
    Cruising the highway, she twisting my piff
    You see I'm living proof that crime pay, the type that go at a bitch
    The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip
    I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand
    Just like a fiend who took a package and ran
    Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans, harrassing niggas in Park Hill
    For marked bills, ratchets and grams
    So I move like I'm ducking a charge, I'm trying to set up shop
    Get this gwop, get the fuck out of dodge
    Most my niggas like to puff in the car, most these hoes emotionally scared
    And keep the works stuffed in they bras
    This is ghetto rap, where the pot be calling the kettle black
    My bullets trynna see where they head is at, I'm heading back
    To the slums, back to the block, I got the Clan on my back
    And you know we heading back to the top, nigga

    [Chorus x2]

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