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Yo, yeah Dont erase none of that good shit in the beginnin Yo, spill drinks on ya, get stank on ya Yo, yo, pinky ring shit, yo, that pinky ring shit yo
Its that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get Jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic The vandals back, hands on Angela Bassett
I handle my plastic, gunplay I mastered No coke, dope mixed down with acid on record Broken down and crafted in seconds Ladys choice, the golden voice still peppered
Better, respect it, bitch believe I pull rabbits out the hat, tricks up my sleeves I air out the showroom, the shit can breathe Fix your weave, behold my expertise
I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Take it back to the cleaners, leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock when coke dropped we read a hundred niggaz palms
Silencers, garbage bags of hash For every cop we paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin me now respect get your fingers off the glass
I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Yo what the fuck yo? Yo what the fuck yall comin for? Get the fuck away from my door We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair
And theres boss Hog Black and White Pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft till he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin yo, big fat nigga bleedin Big cat nigga all season
On the beach truck, stuck with Hawaiian ice Diamond twice the whole city thought I bought Fubu Blew you, authentic doodoo, picture the fog iced out Eighteen karat rap between noodles
I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw Johnny sippin Henny from a iced out cup Yo with the blunt, two-way vibratin off the hip I sit took, three drags off the honey-dip
And what you talkin? You see my gold fronts sparkin? Aint tryin to hear what you dogs be barkin Read the headline, that was blast on todays post Dead king, thought he could ace ghost
Queen, couldnt even jack monk Probably find him in Doc Dooms back trunk Bdoodoodoo! Im up at the Wu library Readin Malcolms, any means necessary
John John, Bacardi straight up hold the ice So nice like new york they had to name him twice Name your price, I black out and change the lights Give you the same advice that I gave my wife
Dont fuck with mine, clan give you lumps in nine Let the smoke cloud clear so the sun can shine Culture shock, for some of us thats all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot
New york, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust with blind force I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check You crabs test, cant measure the threat
I dance on a nigga like my names Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three X L Kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance Im thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
Creep it through the states in V 8s and 12s My weights hell, fuck with me then brace yourself The noble, Sir I mass mogul Known to blast vocals, and move global on you locals
This is grown man talkin, coward I split your head Im from the east where the streets run red from the bloodshed Hit chef for the rice and peas Nuff respect father E tumbled at ease
My brothers cant wait to squeeze the automatic They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee Your hands cant hit what your eyes cant see
From dark matter to the big crunch The vocals came in a bunch without one punch Rare glimpse from the, strictly advanced, proved unstoppable Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
So you compare contrast but dont blast Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast Watch the block thirst for one became all Shot em with the long forgotten rainfall
Delivered in a vivid fashion with simplicity The blind couldnt verify the authenticity The rhyme came from the pressure of heat Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back I got my Uzi back You dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
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