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Wu-Gambinos

アーティスト:Raekwon  作詞:DIGGS ROBERT/WOODS COREY  作曲:DIGGS ROBERT/WOODS COREY 

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(feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man, RZA & Masta Killa) Intro: And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the clip [Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here come the cop man Yo Starks come here, come here Sun Come here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo hold up hold up Shit we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of glass nig! Get your big Adidas off my moms table man! Get the fuck off it man. Yo just chill man, pass the Crystal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby Steels Somebody go to the store man Sup kid? Get that baking soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five ways (Noodles) We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through) La cosa nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid. (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood claat bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call my brother Sun cuz he shine like one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real Ain't nothing fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah 36 Chambers of fear, huh, you lost it Information leaking out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in town holdin it down It's the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still paying dues And the last one is death, back to the essence With that shit you stressing, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds This goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow like llello, ley no, plus coolin in Barbados Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch shit Stay cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, crack's bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the whip long Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled


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