Tonalité : D# minor•
Verse 1
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This that gravedigger shit (ooh, and no one
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can fuck with the Wu-Tang)
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
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Ninety-four
We We must go to war fast
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With the pen and the pad
Goddamn
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Shine like gold rims on
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Pathfinders
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Wu-Tang reclines, reclines, lamps
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For the nine-sqaures, kid
(Money, clothes,
Bbm
designer hoes and shows, y'all)
Check it
Verse 2
Abm
Yo, yo, wakin' up about ten, kid
Bbm
Jumpin' in the shower,
peace about to make
Moves to slide like grease
Abm
What? I'm all about TECs and checks
Bbm
with nuff respect
You front, I'm slammin'
Abm
you like the Lex'
So now I'm out on the ninety-five
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Rockin' that that real nigga don't die
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Guess down, drawers Kani
But, yo, I'm makin' a pit stop
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Go and buy a box of Glocks
Abm
It equaled up, pay up, what up Ahk?
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
A#m
He made a half of mil for real,
he brought about four bricks
Abm
Yo, so now we connect thoughts,
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meet me at the airport
Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
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Get in touch with that west coast
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cali crab you stabbed
And meet me at the bitch lab
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So word up , kid, we slid like a fat
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four to twelve bid and shit
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Couldn't even rest, I need the vic'
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
Bbm
I need some keys won't sell, call up son
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I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef
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over some real shit
A fake nigga faked
and they killed his clique
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Gimme a minute and I'm winnin'
Bbm
Yo, niggas done did it, rock your vest
Keep your whip tinted
Abm
So now we see him up
in Bojangles
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Stranglin' a forty ounce,
with ten Gs worth of gold bangles
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Diamonds, what? All up in his face
Bbm
With his man's mace,
medallions the size of dinner plates
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Yo, he knew we knew
him so we blew him
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Took thirty Gs worth of jewels of that nigga,
do him
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So now I'm lampin' in
my man's land
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Streets is hot like sand
G's is rollin' in my right hand
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Yup, you know the steezo, black
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Got to go down like that
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Shallah, cigars and ball hats
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Ninety-four, takin' niggas niggas to war,
Verse 3
yo, yo
Abm
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
Abm
What do you believe in, boy,
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in Heaven
'cause we're livin' in hell
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So it's your life
Verse 4
Bbm
What a chamber
Abm
Fuckin' with mad strangers
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Yeah, you know how it runs, baby
Straight up, yo
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Money, clothes,
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designer hoes and shows y'all
That's how it goes, whatever
Abm
What do you believe in?
Heaven or hell?
Bbm
You don't believe in Heaven cause
we're livin' in hell
(31st chamber, y'all)
Abm
Bbm
So it's your life
Verse 5
Abm
Niggas ain't even know son
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How it happen so fast
Those were livin' and sold their weight
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No question
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Shit is real,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Abm
Word up, niggas thinks it's all about the FILA,
velour
That little hundred dollars and that
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make you a man
You ain't promised tomorrow,
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son, word up (for real)
Niggas don't understand how
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life can be so short
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Come so fast
Within the blinkin' of eye
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Blink of an eye, you're gone,
baby, straight up
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Know what I'm sayin'?
Get turned to dust
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Return to the casket
Abm
That ass is out, son, word up
Word up, get evaporated,
straight up (word up)
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Lose all your strength, nigga
Abm
Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory
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of Two Cent Jason
Heartbroken,
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we soakin' wet though
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Keepin' it real for my peoples
Yeah, yo
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And my physical brother DeVon,
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you're still in here, baby
Because you're in my arms nigga,
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word up
I never let you go, baby
Bbm
You know what I'm say in'? You're my life charm,
Abm
word up
For real
Keep shinin'
Bbm
Real keepin it real, you know?
Abm
Shout out to major niggas
Big Kawai, Jess,
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Hell on the computer system
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The RZA, who slams fat discs
for the ninety-four
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Word Word up, RZA
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That's my nigga, baby
Yeah, eatin' dinner
with the big boys now
Bbm
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up,
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Big Booth represent the Q
You know how we do,
Bbm
Abm
Now get that power-U type type gangster on,
you know?
Bbm
The GZA, word up, Master Killa
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The Abbot of the Clan
(my man)
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Method Man, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Bastard
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U-God, word word up, baby
Bbm
Keep it real, son
Keep packin' them guns
Word up
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