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Street Monopoly

アーティスト:Wu-Tang Clan  アルバム:Wu Banga Vol 1 

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(9th Prince) Yoaw! I'm 'bout to torture the phone, the phone piece Leave it deceased, six feet deep The 9th Prizm, Mad Mizm, get up in 'em Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw Lord of your majesty and generosity How could you possibly, try to rob me from my monopoly Ghetto property, street jeopardy Death mack celebrities, we pray for war, like the Russian military Enter the stage with a grenade, and a machete Stab you like Bloody Mary - I do this for convicts Takin niggas commisary Niggas ain't feelin me, I ain't feelin you either You ain't my brother, FUCK IT! Let's grab the nines and try to murder each other MOTHERFUCKER!! (Dom Pachino) Yo, millatic mind structure Dome bone crushers, stone busters, slugs muster Diamond clusters, don't even trust her Spanish kid the fun is over, make a party motor Call ya dojos, this man remind me of a soldier When I speak words cut air Stop your breathin, there's a lot of dues required of man You not recievin sneak, thievin niggas are bleedin Recievin aid on my V.I. I had my baby girl boof, via grenade Fuck around, in the bathroom nigga, you get slain We got those two there - if you act up there'll be a raid Razor blades, infected with AIDS I'd rather be a fat rap cat nigga that's paid (Chorus - Dom Pachino) 2x It's past your bedtime Everybody out past twelve is gettin stuck


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